Anbei General Pan Yi, whose family has lived on business for generations, has lived a good life, but somehow he can't think of it, but he has a good life, but he took refuge in Wang Mu, a civilian rebel army at that time, and started a headless business without doing money-making business.

Pan Yi's three sons, the youngest of whom was only ten years old, was born to him and his concubine outside, and this matter was rarely mentioned in the house, only his main room from a small Yongzhou official family would talk about it during a quarrel.

The youngest son's real name is Pan Guangcai, and he has lived with his mother since he was a child, and he can only see this richly dressed father a few times a year.

When he was eight years old, his mother threw him at the door of Pan's house and disappeared from there. The father, who didn't worry about food and clothing, had a big fight with the tigress in the house, so he added a pair of chopsticks to the poor child's dinner table.

Pan Yi felt ashamed of his youngest son, so he gave him the name he originally planned to give to his two elder brothers, and Pan Guangcai changed his name to Pan Yuanzheng from then on.

One of the two elder brothers is Pan Tiezhu and the other is Pan Yuanwen, and the two take good care of this younger brother, although they vaguely know why their mother rejects their younger brother, but they still stay close to him in private.

If the three brothers grow up step by step, they will naturally be as close as ordinary people. But with his father Pan Yi becoming king, their relationship gradually became estranged, and their mother Dong's provocation for decades inevitably made the brothers suspicious, and then because of a hereditary title of vassal king, they turned against each other.

Pan Yuanzheng has not been good at words since he was a child, and he never deliberately curries favor with others, which makes his sense of existence extremely weak, whether it is the eldest mother Dong or the two elder brothers, they did not expect him to participate in the succession.

At that time, the court was in chaos, and the two brothers of the Pan family stood in line with the eldest prince and the third prince who were in full swing at that time, and the two princes had cultivated a large number of cronies in the court.

Among the six departments, the eldest prince holds the household department and the official department with greater authority, and the third prince holds the ministry of engineering, the criminal department, and the ministry of rites.

The two sons of the Pan family have the same father and mother, even if they are their masters, they are not to the point of tearing their faces, let alone murdering their own brothers for a title, so no one regards this as a life-fighting act, even the two princes in the palace are no exception.

The two forces come and go, they have mutual gains and losses, and there are also undercurrents surging inside and outside the palace, but at least the surface is calm.

But not long after, the sudden return of the second prince to Beijing suddenly disrupted everyone's plans, and the originally turbulent court seemed to be thrown into a boulder, not only splashing large ripples, but also becoming turbid.

Although the power of the second prince is weak, compared with the other two princes who have mediocre military achievements, his achievements are not dazzling, which also makes him directly take down the military department that vacillates between the other two brothers not long after he returned to Beijing.

Later, under the strategy of the mysterious strategist, the two princes took every step of the way, turning the disadvantage into an advantage little by little, even if the other two princes worked together to target it, he still turned the danger into a disaster.

When the second prince was named the crown prince, the mystery was revealed, and the son of the Pan family, who had always been neglected, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Maybe it's because he has no mother since he was a child, and he has not been treated at home since he was a child, even if he and his brother fall in love with the same girl, Pan Yuanzheng can't bear it.

After experiencing this kind of repression day after day, the first thing he did after taking power was not to attack the Dong family, but to choose to use the knife against his two elder brothers.

Because the two brothers repeatedly killed him, the Holy Emperor had no choice but to fight back, until he finally cut down the roots.

On the other hand, this Pan Shizi, both in terms of means and temperament, is much more ruthless than Emperor Sheng'en.

Since ancient times, Pan Yuanzheng, who was already the king of Anbei, did not need to hide it, one of the two brothers died after failing to escape from Beijing, and the other was slightly luckier, fleeing all the way to the northernmost point, and fell into the barrage after being seriously injured.

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Pan Yuanwen did not die, he had the hatred of killing his brother and the hatred of taking his wife, he assumed the name of Wenjiang, and did not hesitate to endure the infamy for 20 years, but also to avenge the revenge of the year.

For this reason, he set up game after game, until one day he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly lived like that person.

Years of grudges have been difficult to save the immortals, even if they don't know whether it's right or not, Pan Yuanwen still pushed Lu Feng in front of Wang Zhide, who was about to start an incident.

It is true that Lu Feng is an old minister of the Northern Yuan, but he is also a rare smart person in the world, how could he not know whether the Pan family slaughtered the Lu family, or whether the Northern Yuan was to blame.

His so-called letting the Pan family resist his life was just an order from General Wen, as Nie Yingxue said that day, the death of a Pan Ziqian is better than the death of a Pan Yuanzheng.

The person who wants Pan Yuanzheng's life the most in the world is the man on the ninth floor of the Zique Pavilion of the Donghan Palace.

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"I didn't expect him to hang himself, could it be that even a person like him would feel guilty?"

The white-clothed strategist whose real name is Pan Yuanwen muttered with a wine glass.

Wang Quanquan said lightly:

"People die like lights go out, but Pan Ziqian said that since he can remember, his father has never laughed, and since that incident, Pan Yuanzheng has never troubled your mother Dong again, but treated her like his own mother, and let him be beaten and scolded until he died.

I even thought that Mrs. Pan was his mother-in-law. ”

The old Confucian on the other side was silent for a long time when he heard this, and finally scolded with a smile:

"This old horseman, obviously did something to lose his conscience, but instead fell into a big righteous, I painted the ground in prison for 20 years, but in the end I became a villain in vain."

"There is some truth in this world, and it doesn't make sense."

After Wang Quanquan finished speaking, he looked outside, and in the distance, the flying sword that had completed the pursuit was rapidly sweeping towards this side.

……

Not far east of the Donghan Palace, a figure staggered over.

Every time the man took a step forward, a few drops of piercing blood flowed from the ground, and when he finally came to the door, he had no strength left, and the man could only lean against the door, raise his head with difficulty, and look at the plaque hanging from the lintel.

Xiahou Mansion, this is where he once lived.

Yan Li leaned against the door and rested for a while before he regained some strength, the flying sword just now cut off his heart, and it was a miracle that he could support it to come here.

Xu was because of excessive blood loss, and he only felt that his eyelids were fighting.

Yan Li took out a key from his arms and opened the door of the house with great difficulty, at this moment there was no blood to flow from the wound on his chest, and it was only a matter of time before he fell.

As the king said, he had no more luck this time.

After pushing open the door, Yan Li felt more energetic than just now, he didn't dare to delay in the slightest, and quickened his pace towards the courtyard that could no longer be deviated.

In that courtyard, there was a plane tree, and women at that time always liked to sit on the swing under the tree.

……

"Yan Li, they said that I was good-looking and would marry Wang Sun Guixuan in the future, but I didn't want to marry them."

The girl sat on the swing, her feet off the ground, and turned her head to look at the blind pianist beside her, whose face seemed to be forever with an elegant smile.

"And who do you want to marry?"

"I want to marry a hero with strong martial arts!"

……

"Yan Li, this willow piano is given to you, I am a member of the family, it is already great to be able to live in the house, there is really no extra money to buy a good piano, don't dislike it." When I marry a dignitary in the future, I will definitely buy you a good guqin, the kind with a name and a surname. ”

The girl has grown from the horn to the cardamom years, and now she can touch the ground with her feet sitting on the swing.

The blind violinist picked up the willow piano, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, and a smile seemed to appear in his cloudy eyes.

……

"Yan Li, a lot of officers and soldiers suddenly came to the mansion yesterday, they arrested the rest of the people, and asked us to move out within three days, will we have no place to live in the future?"

The woman's eyes were red, and her eyes were a little less innocent and a little more sad.

"Where are you going, I'll accompany you."

The man with a good temper who had never had a conflict with anyone in the house still had a quiet expression that had not changed for thousands of years, and spoke flatly.

……

"Yan Li, I'm going to Beitu tomorrow, Mr. Let's change our name, what are you going to call it?"

A woman of peach and plum age seems to have an indissolabial sadness between her eyebrows.

The man closed his useless eyes, and after a while reopened them:

"Let's call Sitong."

……

"Yan Li, you go quickly, leave me alone!"

More than a dozen swordsmen in Tsing Yi surrounded a man and a woman in the middle, and the woman resolutely looked at the man next to her, who was more than ten years older than herself.

The man's originally cloudy eyes were now clear.

The woman smiled lightly:

"Your eyes are so beautiful."

After that, in the other party's stunned gaze, he slammed into the strange-shaped dagger.

……

In the courtyard, the dawn of the morning rose completely, bringing light to the whole king, but sending darkness to the only one.

Yan Li's eyes became cloudy again, and while her vision was blurred, the figure of a woman became clearer and clearer.

The man leaned against the plane tree in the courtyard and sat down.

"I don't know if this tree is dead or alive now."

The man muttered, "Look" ahead.

A woman was squatting in front of him at this time, and her face was full of curiosity:

"Your piano sound is so good, my name is Xiahou Lianxin, what's your name?"

A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, and he said softly:

"Yan Li."

The two swallows are separated, and the feathers are not weeping.

……

In mid-air, the old monk stepped into the air and came straight to the father and son of the Chu family.

Chu Lichun looked at the other party's feet vigorously, as if he was looking for the principle of stepping through the air.

Seeing this, the old monk smiled and said:

"If the prince wants to learn, the old man doesn't mind teaching you this skill."

"That's a good feeling." The young man grinned.

The smile on the old monk's face did not diminish at all, "But the prince needs to shave off the green silk on his head, cut off six roots, and enter the temple to become a monk." ”

The young man rolled his eyes, "That's." Then he stopped paying attention to the hairless old monk and turned around and went downstairs.

Chu Buxiu on the side couldn't stop crying and laughing, and once again doubted the identity of this son.

The old monk saw Chu Bu's worries and said calmly:

"The prince is the hope of Donghan's future, and now that he is still young, His Majesty does not need to worry too much."

Chu Buxiu sighed, didn't dwell too much on this issue, but turned his head to look in the direction of Zique Pavilion, and said in a deep voice:

"Will Wen really decide?"

The old monk bowed slightly:

"The king has been with him for many years, he should understand his temperament, and the eight horses can't pull it back, and the same is true of Chu Lixia's girl, no wonder the two of them will become masters and apprentices, because of this, the old man is more worried about the princess's side."

Chu Buxiu sighed, "This kind of thing can only be done by herself." ”

The two were silent for a while, looking at the rising sun in the east, the old monk seemed to feel something, and said:

"Just now, Yan Li died in Xiahou Mansion."

Chu Buxiu nodded calmly, "From now on, the Purple Que Pavilion will really be empty. ”

……

In the Zique Pavilion, Wang Zhiquan took back the flying sword and hung it on his waist again, witnessing the whole process, the little scholar was stunned again, this is the ability of the rumored immortals.

The old man raised his glass and said:

"Although the old man has lived in the temple for a long time, he has also heard a lot of rumors in the rivers and lakes, it is said that martial arts are at the highest level, and there are martial immortals and martial saints, I don't know where the prince is?"

Wang Quanquan shook his head and said:

"My realm can't be divided by martial arts, if you have to distinguish it, it should be a half-step sword saint. I'm a little curious, if you divide the strategists in this realm, where should you be? ”

The old man smiled slightly and said bluntly:

"The old man is still a little self-aware, he is only half-witted and holy, and he can afford a small country, but it is difficult to last, at most a hundred years."

As the sun rose, the entire ninth floor of the Zique Pavilion lit up, and a few candles in the house were blown out one by one by the little scholar who cherished wealth at this time.

Wang Quanquan looked at the old man in front of him quietly, he didn't want to ask nonsense like "what are you doing this for" anymore, everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't force it.

After staring at each other for a long time, Wang Quanquan suddenly asked:

"I remember that you were rumored to be wearing a green shirt, why are you wearing a white shirt now?"

Hearing this, the old Confucian smiled and said:

"There is a junior in the north, the limelight is extremely popular, outsiders call him Tsing Yi and Yuxiang, the beauty of a gentleman's adulthood, and the old man will not rob him when he is old."

"Don't you're afraid you won't be able to grab it, right?"

The old Confucian was stunned for a moment, and then retorted with a smile: "How can the matter of a scholar be considered a robbery?" ”

After the old man finished speaking, the two people with a huge age difference laughed as if they had forgotten their old friends, and the little boy on the side couldn't help but relax a little when he saw this.

Just after laughing, Wang Quanquan's expression returned to calm again, and said lightly:

"It would be nice if you didn't kill the apricots."

The old man shook his head, noncommittal.

Wang Quanquan picked up the cup on the table that had never been touched from beginning to end, drank it all, and then slowly got up, and pulled out the long sword at his waist little by little.

Seeing this, the little scholar's face suddenly turned blue, and he wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was glared back by his own husband.

Since he was taken in, the little scholar has never seen Mr. get angry, and he was glared at at at this moment, aggrieved and anxious, so he could only stand in place honestly, and shed tears vigorously.

"Any last words?" Wang Quanquan said calmly.

The old man shook his head and closed his eyes.

The next moment, the Sword Saint slashed the Saint, and the white clothes killed the white clothes.

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