The dust-washing party was over and it was already very late at night.
Yan Cheng was slightly drunk and stepped into the yard that had just been tidied up.
"Your Majesty." A scribe came out to welcome him.
Because I didn't say hello before arriving, and there was no time to settle down in a hurry, the staff brought by Yan Cheng stayed here together.
Yan Cheng went into the room to change his clothes, then waved the waiter to leave, and asked with a smile: "How is it? How is the waiter doing?"
The scribe nodded: "Second Young Master has done a good job. The secret lines in the capital are well organized, with manpower deployed at various key points. The information is both secretive and smooth."
Yan Cheng couldn't help but smile approvingly: "I also said that it was his first time to take charge of the overall situation, so he was in a hurry. He didn't want to do it so properly that he would be able to hold a big position in the future."
There was no smile on the scribe's face, but a heavy expression.
"What? If you have something to say, just say it."
The scribe considered it carefully and said: "Your Majesty, I shouldn't say these things about being distant and not being close to each other, but I am working for the Crown Prince, and I am really worried. The second young master grew up in the military camp, and the generals are very close to him. He also attacked before.
Balsi has made great achievements, and his reputation as a good warrior has spread. Now he can still earn a place in the chaotic capital - Prince, as your abilities grow, your ambitions will inevitably grow. Will the Second Young Master be willing to submit to you?
?just in case……"
"Shut up!" Yan Cheng put down the tea cup and glared at him, "Are you trying to provoke our brothers?"
"I don't dare!" The scribe bowed his head in salute, but did not panic. "The Second Young Master now respects you very much and will not quarrel with you. It's just human nature, so the prince still needs to take some precautions."
Yan Cheng said coldly: "Xiaoer can't do that. He is sincere and indifferent to fame and wealth, so he can't do such a thing. Don't judge him with dark psychology, it is an insult to him."
Seeing his firm expression, the scribe sighed inwardly and lowered his head again: "I know my mistake."
Yan Cheng's face turned slightly bright and he said, "Let's think about the meeting with the Holy Spirit first!"
"yes."
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At the same time that Yan Cheng entered Beijing, the news was reported to the emperor.
He was surprised: "What? The prince of Zhaoguo is here?"
"Yes." Liao Ying, the newly promoted commander of the Longxiang Guards, replied, "I entered Beijing at noon, and the memorial has been handed over, saying that I came to plead guilty for my father."
The emperor's face darkened when he heard him mention this.
"He still knows he is guilty!"
Liao Ying did not answer the call. He was only responsible for the emperor's safety and was not qualified to interfere in government affairs.
The emperor stood up and walked around twice, and then wondered: "How can Yan Shu trust his eldest son to come? Isn't this sending hostages? Is it really to show loyalty?"
He thought for a moment and felt that if Duke Zhao really did this, his anger towards the Yan family would be reduced a lot.
The emperor smiled with satisfaction, but he didn't know if Duke Zhao was really so sensible. I hope he did!
The next day, the emperor summoned Yan Cheng in anticipation.
As the sun rose, the Yan brothers stood waiting in front of the palace. The courtiers passing by saw them and couldn't help but admire them in their hearts.
The children of the Yan family are really among the best. They stand side by side, with tall and straight postures and handsome faces. One is calm and the other is bright. They have different temperaments but both are equally outstanding.
Not long after, the chamberlain came out and called: "I would like to invite the Duke of Zhao, the Crown Prince, and the Marquis of Wu'an to see you!"
Yan Cheng took the lead, followed closely by Yan Ling. The two entered the hall, knelt down and bowed in front of many courtiers.
"Your Majesty, long live my emperor."
The two people's meticulous attitude satisfied the emperor very much. Since the Green Forest Rebellion, the governors from various places have not been very obedient, let alone come to the capital to meet. A powerful minister like Zhao Guogong sent his son to bow to him, which greatly impressed him.
My vanity is satisfied and I feel that I am still the emperor who commands the world.
He smiled slightly and said: "Pingshen."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The emperor was in a good mood and his attitude was pleasant: "The prince of Zhaoguo came all the way to Beijing. Why did he come to Beijing?"
Yan Cheng reported: "I came here to apologize. Your Majesty warned me earlier, and my father was very frightened. However, his injury has not healed and he is still bedridden. Therefore, I ordered me to come to apologize to Your Majesty."
As he said that, he lifted up his clothes and knelt down again: "Your Majesty, I am here to express my love for my father. The battle of Xirong was full of twists and turns. My father fought in July and then eased. Unexpectedly, during the decisive battle, he was hit by a stray arrow.
Even if you fall, Your Majesty, I never deceived you!"
"Is that so?" Emperor Su Rong asked, "But Yu Qing said that the injury was not serious and there was not much blood."
"Your Majesty," Yan Cheng raised his head, his eyes full of sincerity, "What General Yu said is true, but he only knows one and not the other. It is true that my father was only hit by one arrow, but this arrow happened to hit
It was in the chest, so that the old injury recurred, and I was in a coma for several days before I woke up!"
The emperor frowned: "Old wound?"
"Yes. When my father was attacking Jincheng in the early years, he was hit with a sword in the chest. He almost hit the vital point, but he finally came back with his life. This time he was hit by an arrow, which caused his internal injuries to recur, and he lost both energy and blood. Until now,
I can't even draw my bow or mount my horse. Your Majesty, after all, my father is old and has old injuries on his body. He is no longer as strong as when he was young. Now when it rains, my whole body still hurts unbearably. I
Every word is true, I beg your majesty to take a closer look!" After saying that, Yan Cheng lay down deeply.
Yan Ling also bowed down: "Your Majesty, last year my father was ordered to pacify Xirong. When I heard that Balsi was plotting a rebellion, he urgently ordered me to go to the rescue at any cost. Knowing that your Majesty wanted to teach me personally, my father was very happy and even wrote a letter.
I urge you to treat Your Majesty as an elder, to be respectful and to be close to him. If I can learn something from Your Majesty, it will be like smoke rising from the ancestral grave..."
Why is there smoke coming out of ancestral graves? How can these slang words be said in court? The emperor couldn't help laughing and scolding: "What kind of words are these? Do you think I will take care of his children?"
When Yan Ling heard this, he immediately followed the lead shamelessly: "Hasn't Your Majesty already taken care of me for more than half a year? I thought that Your Majesty has always treated me as his own child. Could it be that he is just being sentimental?"
The emperor lost his temper completely and shouted: "This is the court, what nonsense are you talking about? Be serious!"
Yan Ling immediately complied and said, "Yes, I am incompetent, I am disrespectful, and I should be beaten."
The emperor looked at Yan Cheng again and said in a gentle tone: "I remember that Duke Zhao is a few years younger than me. How come he is in such a loss at this early forty years? He is worse than me!"
Yan Ling didn't expect that Yan Ling's jokes would actually be useful to the emperor. He couldn't help but think to himself, this kid really has some inexplicable abilities and can please anyone.
"Your Majesty has taught you a lesson. Now that I have listened to the doctor's words, I am resting in bed to recuperate, so that I can continue to fight for your Majesty in the future."
The emperor nodded slightly: "The Duke of Zhao is a great minister, and I will need him to share my worries in the future!"
Confirming the emperor's attitude, Yan Cheng continued calmly: "Your Majesty, my father ordered me to come to Beijing. In addition to asking for forgiveness, I also want to share your majesty's worries."
He took out the memorial from his arms and presented it with both hands: "My father learned that King Duan was in chaos and his servants were corrupt. He thought that your majesty would definitely not be able to rectify the affairs of the court, so he ordered me to send all the proceeds from the battle of Xirong in the hope that he could relieve your majesty.