"Jinyiwei confiscated thousands of weapons from the Song Guogong Mansion, and Feng Sheng was involved in the crime of rebellion. In the army, Lan Yu, Fu Youde, and Feng Sheng's old generals, regardless of the size of their official positions, if there is a change, the kings are allowed to make decisions on the spot, and act cheaply. The familiar handwriting of Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of Hongwu wrote on the holy decree.

The so-called cheap behavior, Zhu Quan naturally understood what Zhu Yuanzhang meant, and recalled Feng Sheng's beloved daughter Feng Xuan, who had just married him, and couldn't help but make a decision in his heart. If Feng Xuan knew that his father had unjustly killed Emperor Hongwu, wouldn't he be the son of his father's enemy? How does this make her deal with herself? recalled in his mind that since he got married, Feng Xuan had never mentioned his father, and it was obvious that he was inevitably worried about Feng Sheng marrying him as a concubine, if he concealed it from her, Feng Sheng, who was no longer alive, was afraid that his fatherly affection would forever be misunderstood by her daughter as a move to make friends with powerful people.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhu Quan stood up, took the secret decree into his arms, pushed open the door and walked out, lamenting in his heart: The most hurtful thing in this world may be the truth.

Feng Xuan carefully cut the round hole on the side of the bamboo tube twice with a knife, and couldn't help but frown after playing twice, obviously not very satisfied with the timbre, and picked up the knife to make slight modifications. It turned out that she accidentally threw her bamboo flute out of the crack yesterday, and in desperation, she had to ask Ma Sanbao, the head of the palace, to find a bamboo of suitable thickness, and planned to make another flute by herself. ”“

Zhu Quan walked into the room, sat at the table beside Feng Xuan, took out the secret decree in his arms and placed it on the table, and saw Feng Xuan's pair of clear autumn water showing two points of joy, only to feel that his heart was like a knife, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word when the words came to his mouth.

Feng Xuan patted off the bamboo scraps on his hand and stood up, poured Zhu Quan a cup of tea, and suddenly found that the silent husband looked very bad, as if he was full of concerns, turned his head to look at the table, and couldn't help but be suspicious. She had also seen her father set up incense at home to receive the decree, and knew that this kind of yellow silk could only be made by the emperor's will, and secretly thought that Zhu Quan's state of mind was mostly related to the will, so she couldn't help but reach out and take the holy decree to check.

"Jinyi Wei confiscated thousands of weapons from the Song Guogong Mansion, and Feng Shengshi was involved in the crime of conspiracy and rebellion......" The handwriting that came into view shattered her heart like thunder and lightning. Feng Xuan suddenly saw this bad news, her delicate body trembled and she couldn't help herself, and her mind flashed like lightning in the past, when she was in Datong, her father Feng Sheng forced him to marry Zhu Quan. At this moment, she suddenly understood why her father, who had loved her in every way since she was a child, why she forced herself to marry Zhu Quan before turning back to Yingtian. In the hazy eyes of tears, I could see the bright red seal on the secret decree, as if a group of brocade guards rushed into their home without saying anything, killing their father, and the blood flowing all over the ground after their brother.

Zhu Quan couldn't bear it when he saw Feng Xuan's complexion change greatly, and when he stood up and stretched out his hand to pull her, he flicked Feng Xuan's sleeves open, and when he looked up and saw the hatred in the other party's eyes, he couldn't help but stay there.

"I don't know how His Highness sent the daughter of a criminal minister?" Feng Xuan crossed two lines of tears on her cheeks and said coldly.

Zhu Quan heard her words, and his chest was like a thousand arrows in his heart, and he stood still.

Feng Xuan thought to herself in despair: Dad, my daughter is coming to you. When his right hand placed the holy decree on the table, he quietly picked up the knife, and when Zhu Quan was unprepared, he stabbed him in the neck with a backhand.

Zhu Quan saw that despair flashed in Feng Xuan's eyes, grief and indignation, and his expression was the same as that of Wang Erhu and Lan Yu in the past.

Feng Xuan is a weak female streamer, as soon as her five fingers loosen under the pain in her wrist, the knife will fall to the ground, and the sadness in her chest is like a spring, and she turned around and threw herself on the bed and cried bitterly.

Zhu Quan leaned over in horror and picked up the knife and threw it far away from the window, slowly came to Feng Xuan's side and couldn't help but say, held him firmly in his arms, and said in a deep voice: Zhu Yuanzhang is not my father, and I am not your enemy.

Feng Xuan struggled to get rid of this and heard this, recalling that he had said this when he was in the cave room on a candle night, when he heard this, he only regarded Zhu Quan's words as drunken madness, and when he heard such words again, he completely lost the tenderness and sweetness of the time, and only felt that the hatred in his chest was like a surging river, surging, and said hatefully: "You lied to me." He opened his mouth and bit down on Zhu Quan's shoulder.

Dad, daughter, I'll avenge you. This thought was silently recited in Feng Xuan's heart more than ten times, every time he reached out and touched the chest of Zhu Quan, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, his heart pounded, recalling the tenderness and sweetness he had treated himself for several days, and the scissors in his hand were involuntarily put down, and a piece of soft intestines had already broken between love and hate.

In the early morning, Zhu Quan felt that there was no one on his side in a daze, and he woke up under a stirring in his brain, and saw that he was the only one left in the bedroom, Feng Xuan was nowhere to be found, hurriedly put on his clothes, and walked quickly to the outside.

After finding a circle in the back garden, seeing the cowardly back sitting alone under the pavilion, Zhu Quan's hanging heart fell, and slowly walked to Feng Xuan's side and sat down.

After being silent for a long time, Zhu Quan said softly: "Your father has good intentions, and you already know it. Survive, so as not to disappoint his old man's spirit in the sky. Although Feng Xuan's suicide last night was stopped by him in time, Sizhi was still quite afraid, and after thinking about it again, he couldn't help but be so relieved.

Time flies, since the death of Zhu Biao, the prince of Yiwen, and the grandson of Zhu Yunwen, the emperor of Hongwu, announced to the world that he was canonized as the prince of the Ming Dynasty, more than two years have passed. Although the Lan Yu rebellion case that affected the thirteen princes and thirteen candidates still had aftermath from time to time, it caused disasters to the noble generals, but it had nothing to do with the common people. In these years, ordinary people only want clothes to cover their bodies, food to feed their stomachs, and if they have grievances, they can find a place to file a complaint, which is enough.

On the side of the bustling street, there is a mansion of the Duke of Xinguo, and at this time a middle-aged man in a green shirt stands at the door, bowing his hand and respectfully inviting a big man wearing the uniform of the commander of the Ming army to turn over and get on the horse.

Looking at the distant back of the Ming army general, the middle-aged man in the green shirt sighed slightly in his heart, turned around and said a few words to the housekeeper on the side, and then walked slowly towards his house.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt walked alone and walked through several courtyards to a bedroom. Seeing the white-haired, frail old man lying quietly on the bed, quietly looking at himself, the middle-aged man in the green shirt asked with concern: "Dad, your old man looks much better today than in the past." ”

After the old man coughed lightly a few times, he looked at the expression on his son's face, and said weakly: "How many guests are visiting today?" ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi replied immediately when he heard this: "I have already followed your old instructions, and I said that you are sick, recuperate in bed, and return all the gifts." ”

The old man saw that his son had an unwilling look on his face, and he couldn't help but show a smile on his face full of vicissitudes.

"Dad, you're really old. In the old part of the army, all the adults in the DPRK and China came to visit the sick, and they all let their sons stop the car, so doesn't this kind of behavior of returning all the gifts make people feel that our Tang family refuses to be thousands of miles away, which is a big faux pas? "Since his father returned to Yingtian at the behest of His Majesty the Emperor, he followed his father's teachings every day and returned all the gifts of the civil and military generals who came to visit the sick, and he inevitably felt some complaints in his heart. As the so-called etiquette is not strange, this year, from the secretary of state to the people, who has not made friends with the past? The old father's actions will inevitably make people feel that their family does not know the world. Seeing that the old father was silent, he boldly continued: "I think that the old general who gave His Majesty the title of King Kaiping after his death can be described as a well-known founding relative, and his fame is only under Uncle Xu, the king of Zhongshan. ”

It turned out that this sick old man in bed was the old man who followed Zhu Yuanzhang with Xu Da in the past, forced to land Fang Guozhen, captured Chen Youding, and then followed the Duke of Yingguo Fu Youde to send troops to Shuzhong, broke through the Qutang Gorge natural danger, and the soldiers came to the city of Chongqing, making the Emperor of Xia Ming rise and surrender, and accumulate merit and confer the title of Duke of Xinguo Tang He. This middle-aged man in a green shirt is his eldest son, Tang Ye.

Tang He heard his son speak like this, and sighed softly: "Blessings and misfortunes lurk, misfortunes and blessings rely on, and blessings and misfortunes are often in a thought." You also have sons and daughters, and as a father, you still can't see through this old saying? ”

Tang Ye heard his father's words, recalled the brother-in-law of Chang Yuchun, the king of Kaiping, who was no longer alive, Lan Yu, the Duke of Liangguo, Feng Sheng, the Duke of Song, and Fu Youde, the Duke of Yingguo, and recalled that his father was ordered to return to Beijing from his hometown of Haozhou Zhongli, and suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, and asked softly: "Dad, you said that Your Majesty summoned you back to Beijing like this, is it not, is it not ......?"

At this moment, the father and son heard a sound of footsteps in their ears.

Tang Ye looked back, and when he saw the steward of the house, he swallowed the unfinished words back into his stomach, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Master Qiqi, eldest young master, there is a guest visiting." The steward stopped at the door of the bedroom and bowed.

Hearing this, Tang Ye stood up, frowned and asked, "Which adult from the court is visiting?" Please go to the living room and serve tea, and I'll go over here. ”

The gray-haired steward said in a low voice: "It's not the visit of the Lord of the DPRK, it's an old man who is about the same age as the old man, and he just said that he was the old brother who used to work with the old man under the account of Marshal Guo Zixing in Haozhou." ”

Tang He was old and frail, and after talking to his son for a while, he couldn't help but feel sleepy, closed his eyes and recuperated, and at this time, when he heard the words of the steward, his eyes suddenly opened, and he asked, "Who did you say was coming?" ”

The steward hurriedly walked into the bedroom, bowed down in front of Tang He and the bed, and said: "He didn't say who his surname was, he only said that he had served in the Red Turban Army under Marshal Guo Zixing in Haozhou with his lord back then, and he came to visit him today." ”

Recalling that in the past, when he worked under Guo Zixing, he knew only three people, and Zhongshan Xu Da had passed away. When Tang He heard this, he immediately instructed his son: "Quickly help Dad get up and change his clothes, and go to see the driver." ”

Tang Ye hurriedly helped his father up to bed, and asked confusedly, "See the driver?" ”

Tang He's heart was clear when he heard this, recalling that the emperor had arrived at the mansion today, but he did not reveal his identity, so he obviously did not want to make a big splash, so he hurriedly changed his words: "You go to the living room and invite guests to meet here." ”

Tang Ye saw that his father was so solemn, although he was still as confused as a second monk, he still obeyed his father's orders, asked the housekeeper to help his father get up and change clothes, and went to the living room to meet the guests.

When Tang Ye led the old man in cloth and his entourage who was about thirty years old, before returning to the bedroom with an indifferent expression, he saw his father Tang He kowtowing to the old man and said, "Weichen Tang He, see Your Majesty." ”

Tang Ye saw that his father was so courteous, and his mind suddenly turned pale, and he knelt down behind his father in a hurry, and saw Zhu Yuanzhang for the big gift.

Zhu Yuanzhang bowed slightly: "Brother Dingchen, you have a good family." Ling Lang and the people in the house are not like those boys in the family of other important ministers and relatives, one by one, relying on the momentum of the family, and there is no one in their eyes. ”

When Tang Ye heard this, he couldn't help but recall that since his father resigned from his illness and returned to Zhongli's hometown in Haozhou, he had repeatedly ordered that all the children and servants in the family should not be bullied in the township.

Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hand to help Tang He get up, carefully looked at the other party's old and weak complexion, and sighed: "You go back to bed to rest, I came to your house today, it is to reminisce about the past, we don't need to pay attention to the courtesy of the monarch and ministers." ”

Tang He stood up tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Etiquette cannot be abolished, Weichen ......"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and turned his head to Jiang Xian, the commander of the Jinyi Guard behind him, and said lightly: "Why don't you help Xinguo Gong go back to the room?" ”

Jiang Xian understood what he said, stepped forward to support Tang He and walked towards the room, and his right hand was gently resting on the vein gate intentionally or unintentionally. Although he is not proficient in medical skills, he is a profound martial artist, and he can see the clues from his pulse.

Tang He knew Zhu Yuanzhang's inviolable temperament, so he didn't dare to shirk anymore, and returned to the bed to lie down with Jiang Xian's support.

After Zhu Yuanzhang sat down on the chair between the soup and the bed, he turned his head and said lightly to Jiang Xian: "I am talking to my old brother, you step down." ”

Seeing the emperor's order, Tang Ye immediately bowed down and retreated, and walked out of the bedroom with Jiang Xian and closed the door.

After about a stick of incense, after Tang Ye sent Zhu Yuanzhang and his ministers out of his mansion, he couldn't help but stretch out his sleeves and wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and walked quickly towards his father's bedroom.

When he walked into the room, Tang Ye saw a letter on the table, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, so he turned his head and whispered to the old man who was lying on the bed: "Dad, where did this letter come from?" ”

Tang He, who closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, slowly opened his eyes and said strangely: "Faith? ”

Seeing his father's expression, Tang Ye didn't seem to know where this letter came from, so he couldn't help but reach out and unfold the letter that had turned yellow and showed some years, and handed it to his father.