The information provided by Zhao Jianyan was very detailed, and there were some highly confidential things that even Ye Feng didn't know.
The master and apprentice carefully read and recorded the particularly important news.
Ye Feng does not believe it all, true and false, false and real is the highest means to deceive people.
Some of these messages are tantamount to providing a direction.
In the future, if Ye Feng wants to investigate, he has a general direction, which can save a lot of time and energy.
To process and verify Zhao Jianyan's information, the master and apprentice spent two days together. …… …… Zhao Jianyan, who lived on the top floor, was a little unsettled, and a small bubble appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The concubine's birthday was still nearly two months away, and it was said that he shouldn't be in a hurry, but he always felt that there was a sword hanging over his head, and he couldn't calm down.
From an early age he had a thirst for power, a thirst for status and power.
He has suffered too many blank eyes and endured too many grievances.
He thought that his temperament was resolute enough, but he didn't expect that after becoming a prince, the shortcomings buried in his bones would be exposed and he would become so troubled by gains and losses.
Zhao Jianyan looked at the scene in the distance, his vision broadened, and his mood was slightly better.
The people around him listen to him, but only listen to him in small things.
He can't do big things, and he has to look at his father's face.
For his father, his heart is conflicted.
On the one hand, I hate, I grit my teeth with hatred.
For so many years, his father did not care about him once.
His brothers and sisters, each one of them is nobler than him.
On the other hand, Zhao Jianyan admired his father very much, to be precise, he worshiped his father's power.
The rough experience of childhood and unfair treatment distorted his personality and caused him to become a very conflicted person.
Hypocrisy pervades his life, and he doesn't perform all the time.
The clouds and mist wrapped Zhao Jianyan in the center, and he reached out to grab it, but it was empty.
There were a few knocks at the door of the room, which woke up Zhao Jianyan, who was deep in thought.
He coughed lightly and straightened his clothes, "Come in." ” The door was pushed open, and the man in charge of the guard knelt on one knee, "Your Highness, Yan Qing asks to see you." ” "Let him in."
Zhao Jianyan smiled and sat upright in his chair.
After Mu Fan came in, he said with a long sigh: "Your Highness, the minister carefully read the information you gave, but ......"
When Zhao Jianyan heard the "but", he knew that Mu Fan hadn't come up with a good solution, so he interrupted Mu Fan's words and said, "If you can't think of a better way, I won't blame you." ” Mu Fan said: "Although the minister didn't think of a good way, the minister is willing to follow His Highness to Fengyang Palace, and live and die with His Highness!"
” He always feels awkward every time he is a minister, but if he wants to show loyalty, he can only endure it.
Zhao Jianyan said: "Since there is no other way, I can only bite the bullet." ” Mu Fan's waist bent lower, "Your Highness has the ambition to benefit the common people, and he will definitely be able to become auspicious in times of trouble, and turn evil into good fortune." ” "Did you bring your materials last time?"
Mu Fan took out all the materials from the storage ring and put them in front of him, "A piece of paper, not a word is missing." ” "I believe in you."
Zhao Jianyan looked towards the door, "Sixth, you come in and put away these materials." ” Both of them silently watched the man put the letter away, and after the man went out, Zhao Jianyan suddenly asked, "Do you think I can compete with my eldest brother and second brother?"
” "It is too inappropriate for His Highness to say this, in front of outsiders, His Highness should show his indisputability, but in front of his own people, he must not hesitate."
The muscles on Mu Fan's face tensed, "Everyone supports you and puts hope on you."
Once you hesitate, there's nothing. ” Zhao Jianyan nodded and said with a wry smile: "I know, it's just that I'm too far away from the eldest brother and the second brother." ” "Now His Royal Highness's father has just succeeded to the throne, and his health is not bad to the point of being in his last years.
Your Highness be more patient, slowly cultivate your strength, and wait for the opportunity. ” Zhao Jianyan said: "Yes, pray for the health of my father." ” He turned his face and looked at the flying clouds, "I still remember what my father once told me, when he was not the emperor. ” Mu Fan didn't answer, he understood that Zhao Jianyan wanted him to listen, but he didn't want him to answer.
"What is yours is yours, and this king will give it to you.
If it shouldn't be yours, it's not yours, and it's useless for you to fight. ” Zhao Jianyan stood up, walked to the outstretched windowsill, supported him with both hands, and said with a smile: "He doesn't let me fight, I want to fight for him." ” Mu Fan followed behind Zhao Jianyan, still silent.
Zhao Jianyan turned around, leaned his back against Gangan, and said to Mu Fan: "Now I have a lot of information about Uncle Huang, but I have no right to know the most core part. ” Mu Fan said: "As long as Your Highness can prove your ability, one day you will change Your Majesty's mind." ” "I'm young now, and so are you.
When you and I grow up, if I get Dongze, I will definitely give you the title of king, and promise you grace for generations. ” Mu Fan's knees weakened, knelt on the ground, and buckled his head three times, "I am willing to go to the soup for His Highness, and I will not give up." ” A gust of wind blew and seemed to blow into Mu Fan's heart.
His neck was red, and his muscles were exposed, as if he was very excited.
Crowned king?
He's not uncommon at all.
The actual strength of the Mu family was no worse than that of King Fengyang, and it was not controlled by the imperial court.
After inheriting the throne of the head of the Mu family, the throne is just a dispensable name. …… …… The loneliness of autumn colors is most evident at the border passes, and the majestic city walls are carved with traces of time.
If you look closely, you will find a light red mark on the dull wall, which is a blood-soaked and weathered mark.
The yellow leaves fell, and some were blown into the barracks by the wind, and the wind howled, and the desolation was diffused in the air.
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Song Changgeng sat in the barracks, his expression gloomy, quietly rubbing the flying sword.
The sword was clean, free of dust, no defects, and no blood.
He always felt that there was blood on the sword, and it couldn't be wiped clean.
Song Changgeng has killed people, and he has killed a lot, but it doesn't add up to more than half a year.
Half a year ago, he bid farewell to the Sword Sect and devoted himself to Beihua, determined to go to the Qishan defense line to kill the demon clan.
However, things did not develop according to his expectations, and although he was still in the Qishan defensive line, he was transferred to a place very close to the western Xinjiang.
People often say that the demon clan eats people, eating them raw, which is very terrifying and scary.
He has experienced a lot of things in half a year, and he has learned a lot.
Sometimes people are more terrifying than demons!
Song Changgeng became a five-rank general in the second month, and he was in charge of thousands of pawns.
The military formations that were learned on paper in the past have finally been used on the battlefield.
For two months, wars, large and small, honed him, turning his knowledge into combat power.
Once there was a skirmish between Beihua and the Demon Clan, he was designated as the vanguard.
After a fierce battle, the vanguard led by him won a crushing victory.
Song Changgeng thought that the battle had stopped, but he didn't expect that the war had just begun.
The army in the western frontier suddenly attacked and slaughtered the vanguard troops he led.
He and his men had just gone through a fierce battle, where they were outnumbered by the Western Xinjiang army.
As a result, the vanguard army of the disastrous victory was almost completely annihilated, and if it were not for the rapid arrival of reinforcements from Beihua, he would not have survived.
Song Changgeng didn't die in a big disaster, and he understood a lot.
From that day on, his sword was not only stained with the blood of the demon clan, but also with the blood of the soldiers of the Western Frontier.
On the battlefield, it has always been like this.
If he doesn't kill others, he will be killed by others.