At the corner of the long street, several carriages appeared in the wind and rain, either continuing to move forward slowly, or standing still. All the carriages opened a gap, quietly watching the scene in front of Zongzheng Temple.
One scene.
The doors and curtains of the carriage of the Changsun family are open. As long as you pass by, you can see Changsun Wuji lying on his back in the carriage, and Changsun Huan kneeling in front of the carriage, soaked by the rain, with a pale face.
The curtain was lowered and the door was closed. The steward of Changsun's family didn't even wait for Changsun Huan to stand up and call Changsun Wuji who had fainted. He ordered the coachman to start the carriage and drive to the other end of the long street.
Only Changsun Huan was left kneeling on the bluestone pavement in the rain, his face ashen and his eyes blurred.
Carriages passed in front of Changsun Huan one after another, and faces that were very familiar to him were revealed behind the curtains. But at this time, there was no trace of pity or sympathy, only endless contempt, ridicule, and sneers.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Changsun Huan seemed to have forgotten to stand up while he was kneeling there. He let the rain pour down on his head and face, almost freezing the blood all over his body.
He understood that his life was over.
His father in his previous life kicked him from the peak of glory when he was about to take over as the head of the family, and then he fell hard into the abyss of eternal destruction.
Even though he is still alive at this moment, he knows that he will be just a walking corpse in the future. All the glory and nobleness in the past, the soaring ambitions and heroic spirit, were completely annihilated in this event in the seventeenth year of Zhenguan.
In the autumn rain.
Heartbroken as if dead.
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At the corner of the street, the luxurious carriage without any family emblem was still standing there quietly. More than a dozen guards wearing raincoats and bamboo hats sat upright on the horse like javelins, except for the horses that flicked their tails from time to time and their iron hooves scratched a few times.
Next, no sound came out.
The luxury carriage coming from the other end of the long street passed the gate of Zongzheng Temple and passed in front of the kneeling Changsun Huan. Then one after another they passed by the four-wheeled carriage and disappeared one after another.
In the rain at the end of the street.
In the carriage, Li Junxian stretched his neck and looked at Changsun Huan, who was still kneeling in the distance, and exclaimed: "Mr. Zhao... is so cruel!"
He has well-developed limbs, but his mind is definitely not stupid. He may not have seen through the cleverness behind this series of changes before, but after His Majesty Li Er's repeated reprimands and instructions, how can he not understand now that all this is true?
Is it a trap designed by Fang Jun?
It's just that Changsun Wuji, who was already deeply trapped in the trap, was about to be regarded as a traitor by the Guanlong nobles, but at the most critical moment, he cut off his arm to survive.
The crisis of betrayal may be suppressed for a while. After all, there are too many interests involved in Guanlong. It cannot be divided just by splitting. However, Changsun Huan actually carried the crime that originally belonged to the Changsun family.
.
Everyone could hear Changsun Wuji's shouts and curses, but was Changsun Huan really greedy for life and afraid of death, betraying all his allies and secretly staying in Chang'an and coming to Zongzheng Temple to surrender in the hope of saving his life?
Everything is obvious and everyone knows it, but probably no one will fall out with the eldest son's family at this time.
At least not now.
Just as the Guanlong nobles and the royal family are unwilling to start a head-on conflict without any room for maneuver, the Guanlong nobles will willingly accept the "explanation" given to them by Changsun Wuji. Everyone has their own agenda, but at least in the short term
Time will not allow the "betrayal" incident to be revealed, prompting the Guanlong Group to completely split.
Of course, since everyone is well aware of this, the seeds of resentment have been sown, and the crisis of division will still exist. Only in the future when everyone feels that the Changsun family can no longer provide generous benefits, this crisis will erupt again.
come out.
Waiting for the outcome of the Guanlong Group, they can only fall apart and seek their own future.
Therefore, Changsun Huan's sacrifice seems tragic. After all, this is the young man who is most likely to take over the position of the head of the Changsun family. After this experience, even if he does not die, there will be no future at all. But in the final analysis, there is not much
It is of great significance, because this does not completely eliminate the existing cracks.
It's just to buy Changsun Wuji and the Guanlong nobles some time to continue to cooperate despite their different intentions...
Li Junxian was still deep in thought, and His Majesty Li Er beside him had already knocked on the teapot, indicating for Li Junxian to continue boiling water, and said: "We just want the Guanlong Group to survive for a while, but the auxiliary engines are willing to sacrifice their last lives for this."
A qualified heir...Why on earth does he value so much the period of time for the Guanlong Group to continue to cooperate? What on earth is he planning that is more important than his own heir?"
Li Junxian put the kettle on the stove, wishing he had two more hands so he could cover his ears while boiling water.
Your Majesty!
Why are you talking so much today?
You can just think about this in your mind. Once you have a plan confirmed, you can tell us to complete it. Why do you have to say it out loud?
The more secrets you know, the faster you will die, not to mention such a secret that is obviously likely to be treacherous?
His Majesty today is really too weird, so different from his usual temperament that it is difficult to resist...
After boiling the water, Li Junxian remonstrated: "Your Majesty, you have seen everything you need to see. It is already late, why don't we go back to the palace now? After all, the number of accompanying guards is too small. If something happens, the consequences will be
It’s extremely difficult to predict.”
However, His Majesty Li Er immediately showed him that today was indeed unusual. With a flushed face full of excitement, he opened the window to the wind and rain and said: "It is rare to leave the palace once. The slanting wind and drizzle are refreshing and pleasant, and I am in a good mood.
You might as well take a walk along the streets and alleys and let me appreciate this rare and quiet Chang'an."
Li Junxian's face almost turned pale with fright. Standing on the long street in front of the Zongzheng Temple, he felt very frightened. He was afraid that some assassins would pounce out from any corner at any time. But you are lucky, you actually want to fill Chang'an City.
Turn around?
I'm going to take my life...
But in front of this talented and ambitious king, Li Junxian had always been in awe and fear. How could he dare to refute? He had no choice but to order the coachman to drive forward. More than ten elite "Hundred Riders" surrounded the carriage, always watching all the disturbances with eyes wide open.
If there is even the slightest danger, they will be killed without mercy.
The carriage swayed through the wind and rain, and the houses, shops, and walls on both sides of the street were washed by the rain and looked brand new. It was completely different from the bustling and smoke-filled luxury capital in the past. It had a quiet and quiet charm.
His Majesty Li Er was sipping tea and admiring the scenery of Chang'an in the rain. When he saw Li Junxian's nervous eyes widened and paying attention to everything outside the car, he couldn't help scolding: "As a general, you should have a general."
Even though we are in the midst of thousands of enemy troops, we still have a transcendent desire to die, and Mount Tai collapses in front of us without changing our expressions! Now we are in Chang'an, at the feet of the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and our people are everywhere.
Everyone is my supporter, why should I be afraid?"
Li Junxian pursed her lips and did not dare to refute, but she was complaining crazily in her heart!
Are you afraid that you have forgotten how you got the throne? Even though more than ten years have passed, there are still ministers in the court who have not forgotten the hidden prince Li Jiancheng. It is not uncommon to slander you during banquets in private.
Is it surprising that a few daring desperadoes wanted to assassinate the king?
Unexpectedly, he was too timid to refute, but His Majesty Li Er refused to give up. He glared at him and said, "Why, do you think I'm just talking nonsense? You don't say anything but you feel disdainful in your heart?"
Li Jun was convinced...
Your Majesty, did you forget to take your medicine today, or did you take the wrong medicine?
He could only reply: "It's not that the general is timid. If there is only one general, even if there are thousands of enemy troops lying in front of him, and the battlefield is stained with blood with swords and axes, what's the fear? The general is just a soldier of the Tang Dynasty. He deserves to die.
What a joy! But your Majesty is the king of the Tang Dynasty, and the safety of the empire is at stake. The duty of the general is to protect your majesty. How dare you put your majesty in danger and allow thieves to take advantage of it? Please forgive me."
He had the courage to say these words. Strictly speaking, it was disrespectful. However, after hearing this, His Majesty Li Er, instead of being angry, instead smiled and said: "This is a bit of the majesty of my tiger general. All day long
What's the point of being submissive? Fang Jun is better than you at this point."
Li Junxian remained silent.
Fang Jun is indeed stronger than me. If Fang Jun were here now, he might not dare to tie you up and take you back to Tai Chi Palace...
Li Junxian's eyes suddenly froze when he said that he could meet ghosts.
His Majesty Li Er followed his gaze and his expression changed instantly!