Amidst the peaceful sound of firecrackers, the turmoil in Thorny City was suppressed silently.
Murong Ke took Uncle Wang's head to various counties in Liaodong to hang his head in public. The soldiers in Liaodong originally did not believe that such a prestigious General Jianwei was now missing. They only saw that the head hanging on the city wall was that of Murong.
During the Han Dynasty, everyone was frightened and dispersed like birds and beasts.
There were anxious and intimidating people in the army, and they were already prepared to kill them at the slightest sign of their necks, and were just about to make a move. However, Murong Ke issued an order from King Yan to grant amnesty to the whole country. The general meaning of the order was: I regret that I have used severe methods since I succeeded to the throne, and many orders have been issued.
No, it is too much to humiliate the Liaodong family. The current master, Murong Huang, has self-examination and wants to be merciful to his subordinates. The current rebellion is all caused by thieves who deceived the imperial court. Those who coerced him will not be blamed in the past. Those who coerced Murong Ren in the rebellion will not be punished.
Those who were unaware of the rebellion and coercion this time will be released from their places of origin, and any previous treasonous actions will be wiped out. From now on, let's not talk about the past. I want to return the country of Yan to a country of peace for all generations.
The long-backlogged Liaodong border residents, together with the previous Liaodong defenders, finally no longer suffered from the Murongren Rebellion. Everyone rushed to tell each other and wept with joy.
In Jicheng City, due to the death of Han Shou, the people who were plotting rebellion were leaderless, and they were very frightened for a while. However, because the King of Yan posted a notice to calm the people, he said bluntly that he would only behead the thieves and not pursue the followers, so everyone was at peace. In addition, the summons from Liaodong
Everyone also heard that the people who infiltrated here had their hearts broken, and they all left Yandu and returned to Liaodong on the occasion of the Yuan Dynasty.
On the second day, when the sun was breaking, King Yan was exhausted mentally and physically, and finally collapsed. He fell asleep in bed for several days, during which he murmured that Murong Han, Murong Ren and many other people of his generation were talking.
"Father, the Yan Kingdom will never have any internal worries." King Yan babbled again.
"Murong Han, Murong Han." Murong Huang grabbed the arm of the old official Ping Bo and refused to let go, "King Yan, King Yan, he is an old slave, he is an old slave." Uncle Ping gently shook King Yan.
The body finally woke up.
"King Yan." Uncle Ping knelt down quickly and said, "I have been waiting for many days. King Yan finally wakes up. The country of Yan is safe."
"Uncle Ping, how many days have you been sleeping alone?" King Yan weakly supported his body and tried to get up, but he lay down weakly.
"Your Majesty, please don't move. It's been three days. The medical officer said: Your Majesty's mental strength has been excessively exhausted." Ping Bo slowly handed over the decoction, carefully handed it to King Yan's mouth, and said while feeding the medicine:
"The king's physique is acceptable, but due to years of hard work, the body is like a fire in a furnace that never stops. If the performance is not completed, the mind is full and the spirit is strong. But it has not rested, just like the fire without adding firewood, and now the achievements have been accomplished.
When you achieve great success, your mental strength will suddenly relax and your physical energy will suddenly lose, just like the charcoal in a furnace burns out and the fire cannot be sustained."
"So, now my illness can be cured." King Yan said with a smile.
"King Yan, you still need to take good care of it and don't wear it out too much. Now that the country of Yan is in peace, and the descendants of your descendants will be born in large numbers, our country of Yan will surely be as great as the sky."
"If you are big enough to conquer the world, if you are big enough to conquer the world!" King Yan put his hand on Uncle Ping's hand and sat up, "Okay, let me take this medicine."
"Report to King Yan, Murong Ke asks for an audience." A servant hurried to King Yan's residence.
"Why are you becoming more and more ignorant of the rules? Now that King Yan has recovered a little and will report later, why are you so urgent?" Uncle Ping said, trying to slap the little chamberlain.
"Uncle Ping, forget it." King Yan looked at the trembling little waiter, "call Ke'er over quickly."
Ke'er was still wearing his military uniform. It was obvious at a glance that he had rushed back from Xiangping, Liaodong. Now he had just arrived in the capital of Yan and went straight to the palace of King Yan.
"My son, I pay homage to my father."
King Yan slowly got up and got out of bed, only to stumble and almost fall to the ground. Murong Ke stepped forward, supported King Yan, and sat down slowly beside the table. Murong Ke respectfully retreated to the hall and said: "Yan
King, Liaodong is now at peace, the Yan army is at peace, and we, the three cities of Liaodong, have no worries."
"Ke'er did a good job, great." King Yan was very happy, and his face actually glowed red.
"It's just one thing. I made the decision without permission. I hope my father will atone for my sins." Murong Ke knelt down deeply, buried his head, and remained silent for a long time.
Uncle Ping had served King Yan for many years and was very discerning. Seeing this, he secretly withdrew.
Seeing that only the father and son were left in the inner room, King Yan said slowly: "Ke'er, it doesn't matter." King Yan signaled, Murong Ke raised his head and came forward to speak.
"The soldiers and civilians of Liaodong were not afraid of Murong Han's body after being executed. They used agarwood to carve his body to place his head. They set up an incense table and placed a Tailao ceremony as a memorial. The people of Xiangping helped the old and young and went ten miles out of the city to bury him. The officers and soldiers of the army
Use the century-old red pine from Liaodong as a coffin, and cover it with water-stained leather to make a coffin for a prince."
King Yan was silent for a long time, thinking deeply, looking at the shining candlelight as if he was in a trance.
"Father, my sons and ministers also accompanied me to the funeral without stopping me. I hope my father will atone for his sins." Murong Ke knelt down on one knee and put his hand on his father's knee.
"Ke'er, what crime are you guilty of?" King Yan caressed the armor on Ke'er's back, the red tassels were messy, and slowly raised Ke'er's face, and saw that the Liaodong wind blew his face into thousands of ravines.
, Ke'er has worked hard these days to quell the chaos in Liaodong.
"Ke'er, my father is asking you, where is your Uncle Han buried?"
"Father, Jin Mu led the team and carried eight people who dared to die to carry the coffin deep into the dense forest of Liaodong. I wanted to go to explore, but I saw that these people had committed suicide in the dense forest. The place where Murong Han was buried was already
No one knows." Murong Ke had tears in his eyes at this time, "It's because of my incompetence that I didn't even find out where Uncle Wang was buried."
King Yan showed rare tenderness and took out his handkerchief to wipe away Murong Ke's tears.
"When Gu Yuan and Brother Han were studying in Xiang School, they heard about the story of Tian Heng's five hundred warriors in ancient times. They laughed at Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, for killing his heroes without mercy and arousing fear among the people. This made Tian Heng think that
Instead of going to die, it would be better to kill him with his neck drawn. All the disciples were impressed by Tian Heng's high righteousness, and they all followed him." King Yan let out a long sigh, Murong Ke helped King Yan up and walked around the room, "But who knows, Gu Ziden
After ascending to the throne of the King of Yan, I realized that it was extremely cold at high places. If I took a wrong step, I would be in an abyss. I couldn't see through the plans and thoughts of the ministers and fellow clan members around me. How trustworthy are his words? His impassioned speeches
What do you want? Gu can only talk coldly, alienate old friends, instigate ministers, balance fights, and pay favors and punishments. The moment he ascended to the throne of King Yan, Gu really became a loner."
King Yan walked forward slowly and stopped in front of the pond in the courtyard. There were no waves on the lake, and the water was still and deep. Slowly, King Yan looked back at Murong Ke and said: "In ancient times, there were five hundred warriors from Tian Heng, but now there are those who follow Murong Han."
The nine righteous men passed on the order of the orphans and gave them a generous burial."
"My son, I will obey my father's decree."
"Your Majesty, there are people from the Shaofu outside asking to see you." Ping Bo hurriedly stepped forward.
Ke'er knew for sure that there must be something secret and unspeakable, so he resigned from his father.
"Wait for me to change my clothes, prepare tea, and lead the man to the hall to introduce him."
"As commanded."
"Your Majesty, I haven't been able to see your Majesty for the past few days, which makes me and the other officers very anxious." Song Bin from the Young Mansion was already sitting in the hall. He didn't even bother to drink a sip of hot tea. He hurriedly saw King Yan come out.
Report.
"Song Gai also blackmailed each other in the name of atonement, saying that his crime could be forgiven but his position could not be saved, which made everyone panic. It was rumored that he was backed by Murong Ping."
"How can it be unreasonable for such a thing to happen? A solitary national treasure can be turned into another family's personal gain. Do you have any evidence?"
"King Yan, my subordinates are incompetent and failed to explore." Song Bin left the table with deep regret.
"Song Bin, in your clan, your father Song Zhu was originally in charge of the young manor. He died in a national disaster. Before he died, he hoped to cultivate you carefully. It's not that I don't believe you, it's just a matter of the country. If I hear about it, I will
It is really difficult to appease everyone, and besides, Song Gai is your uncle, so it is commendable that you are sincere in killing your relatives, but if there is no conclusive evidence, you will really be dismissed."
"King Yan, I, Song Bin, will never be able to avenge even if I die. That year my father died and my uncle Song Huang defected. If it hadn't been for King Yan's help, it would have been difficult for me to survive. I would like to be the person under the lamp forever to protect Yan.
The country will last for ten thousand years." After saying this, Song Bin bowed deeply to the ground, "It's just that Song Gai no longer has the sincerity and motivation to join the shogunate. The party is united and opposed, and excludes dissidents. This is really a problem for our court. If it is not eliminated early, there may be changes."
The King of Yan said feebly: "What you said makes some sense, but now the civil strife in Yan is peaceful. If there is another turmoil, the country may be unsafe, so we should wait a little longer." Now that the civil strife is peaceful, it is indeed not suitable for it to happen again.
There are troubles, and Song Gaisu has good relations with the prince, Murong Ping and his faction. If he is dealt with at this time, it will inevitably lead to people's imagination, which may be detrimental to the prince and the court. Moreover, now that Yan State has abundant wealth, Song Gaisu has always been loyal.
, his work was decent, and his articles were good. A little corruption of ink was nothing, and it was nothing wrong to let him beat the ministers. King Yan couldn't bear to deal with him for a while.
"Song Bin, how is Ba'er?" King Yan couldn't help but ask.
"Ba'er is nothing unusual. He only practices swordsmanship, reads books, and patrols the camp on horseback every day. That's..."
"It's just you and me here, just say it straight." King Yan told him not to worry.
"This has been going on for a long time. I miss the old princess Duan Xianchu every day, and I must have the intention of marrying her."
"Duan Xian, are you Duan Mobo's daughter?" King Yan asked after some thought.
"Reporting to King Yan, that's right."
"The daughter is smart, has great integrity, and has a strong temperament. Gu Yuan heard about this girl from Empress Duan and wanted to marry her to the heir of my family." King Yan sighed softly, "If she is an ordinary woman, maybe she can marry me, Murong.
It's a pity that my young master is the daughter of Gu Duanbu, it's a pity, it's a pity."
"But I have heard that Ba'er has been in close contact with her, and I am afraid that I will not be able to calm down if I suddenly separate." Song Bin still couldn't help but stepped forward and spoke to King Yan in detail, "I heard that this time if there is no
There may be something wrong with his advice to the domineering young master."
King Yan smiled slightly and said, "That's it. It seems that his daughter has a lot of strategies. Anyway, being betrothed to him as his concubine does not mean that she has been buried as a daughter of a subjugated country."
Song Bin echoed: "The king is good at strategy."
"How are the concubines and concubines in and around the royal city these three days?" King Yan then asked.
"Everything is fine except for Gongsun's noble concubine. The door of her room is closed and has not been opened for three days."
"It's been three days." King Yan said thoughtfully, "I ordered someone to send her in. I want to meet her."
"Yes, I will take care of it now." Song Bin hurried out of the palace.
The door to Gongsun's palace is closed.
"Miss, you haven't had rice soup for three days, please eat some." Xiaojuan couldn't help but worry about Gongsun Guifei.
Xiaojuan has been knocking on the door of Gongsun Guifei's palace for a long time, but has always been rejected.
"Oh, if this continues, one day it will collapse." Xiaojuan was about to put down the soup in front of her door, then sighed softly and wanted to return. But she saw Duan Qianqian coming, "Let me give it a try."
Duan Xian knocked on the door gently and said: "My dear concubine, you are deeply saddened by the death of Murong Han, and your heart is sincere. However, both of your sons are here, and the Gongsun clan is here. If you die for love at this time, what should the world do?"
What do you think, where is the face of King Yan?" Duan Xian said with a higher tone, "Since ancient times, the strong have been respected, and we women are like cattails in the wind and duckweed in the water. We can only take advantage of his strength by assisting our husbands and raising children.
, and for my whole body, my dear concubine, not only does she plan for herself, but she also plans for your two young sons."
"Creak." With a sound, the palace door that had been closed for a long time finally opened. The room was dark and messy. Gongsun Wan, who used to be beautiful in the past, had a few strands of white hair on his head. His face was gloomy and his appearance was old. He was only a few days old.
It's like a new person.
"Your concubine." Duan Xian couldn't help but cry on her knee, and the two helpless women embraced each other.
"Invite Gongsun Guifei to enter the palace." A chamberlain from Gongsun Guifei's bedroom quietly entered the room.
"Why are you, King Yan's chamberlain?" Duan Xianda was confused.
"Reporting to Miss Duan, it is true that someone from Prince Yan's palace summoned me, but now only one of the young master's followers is receiving the palace badge, saying that it is in the name of Prince Yan."
"It's very weird." Duan Xian said to himself.
"What's strange," the Gongsun noble concubine slowly raised her head, but her face was haggard and her expression was withered.
"I just don't want others to know."
"My concubine, even if this is the case, you must enter the palace quickly without any hesitation." Xiaojuan urged from the side.
"King Yan, if my two young sons were not still here, I would probably no longer be in this world."
Seeing this, Duan Xian hurriedly advised: "My dear concubine, please don't say this. The emperor's family is most ruthless. This King Yan still cares about his old relationship, but the situation is forcing him to have no choice but to do so."
"Pa." No one paid attention, Gongsun Guipin suddenly and quickly picked up a pair of scissors on the dressing table and pointed it at herself. Everyone was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade her and tried to snatch the scissors from their hands.
"No, please don't do such a drastic thing." Duan Xian was shocked and wanted to snatch his scissors.
"Everyone, don't come here. If you don't care about yourself and these two young sons, I won't kill you." As Gongsun Guifei said, he raised the scissors and suddenly cut off her hair. This was a beautiful scene.
The edges of my hair turned into black hair, which fell out one after another.
"One strand of green hair cuts off the other, and I keep the green lantern alone for the sake of the king. Don't try to persuade me. In this chaotic world now, I have nowhere to miss you. I only want to be with that green lantern to bless my great Yan subjects.
" Gongsun Guifei said decisively.
The little cuckoo couldn't help crying. "Miss, what are you doing?"
"Xiaojuan, tell the people who came here that the Yan City will move to Longcheng sooner or later. I ask myself to be able to enter the Longxiang Temple on the Longcheng Mountain to pray for my country, King Yan, and bless my son.
People, protect our country."
"Miss, I understand."
"Mother, mother." Murong Rong and Murong De both came outside the palace, reluctant to leave their mother.
Gongsun Wan carefully wiped away the tears of the two children and warned: "As a mother, you should plan for your children and grandchildren. Murong Han has passed away and the civil strife has been calmed down. We, the descendants of the Yan Kingdom, should take state affairs as our top priority and be pure ministers and good generals.
Don't have any intention of competing for the throne."
"Mom, I understand." The two children cried and agreed to Gongsun Wan.
"Listen to Duan Xian's words on weekdays. I think Murong Ba, the son of Concubine Lan, is brave, ambitious, and tolerant to others, so he can interact and work with her." The two children nodded.
Duan Xian nodded solemnly and said: "My concubine, I promise you that you and Murong Ba will take good care of those two children."
"You two silly boys, don't cry. It's not like your mother is dead. If anything happens, you can come to Longxiang Temple to find me. For my mother, I only hope that you can be safe."
In the Yan Palace, Murong Ba sat quietly aside. Murong Huang looked at Gongsun Wan's hair that the visitor had brought, and stroked it carefully, secretly lost in thought.
"I can get thousands of miles of territory, millions of subjects, countless treasures and beautiful objects, but I can't get the heart of one person." King Yan sighed helplessly.
After hearing this, Murong Ba thought for a while and said: "Father, your concubine must have our country of Yan in mind and steal it as a plan for the king. Don't get caught up in the love of your children."
"Oh, is that so?" After this incident, King Yan felt guilty towards Murong Ba in addition to the love between father and son, as well as the love between emperor and minister. "Ba'er, what reward do you want for your hard work this time?
"
"I wish to win the heart of one person, and we will never be apart until we grow old together. I have nothing to ask for from my son. I only wish that my father would give me the marriage part first."