Chapter 170 The second half of the father and son

The imperial guards arrived slowly and stopped smoothly on the official road. Due to the war and panic, the official road has not been covered with loess and sprinkled with clear water. However, the Emperor's feet still did not hesitate at all. They walked down the Ming steps firmly and steadily and steadily on the land around Kyoto.

The emperor moved his hand away from Eunuch Yao's elbow, and his calm eyes slowly swept across the four fields. Thousands of ministers and soldiers knelt on the ground and worshiped him. His expression was indifferent, but there were not many expressions in his eyes.

As the sound of the sound of the sound of the mountain shouting, the emperor's eyes narrowed from the distant Kyoto city and landed near, passing by the two great scholars of Hu Shu, passing by the eldest prince in military uniform, passing by the nervous and slightly uneasy young son, and finally landed quietly on Fan Xian's Yingxiu's compelling face, noticing that the boy's face was filled with a strong sense of fatigue.

The emperor's lips were slightly raised, with a hint of joy, as if he was more and more fond of this beautiful face in his heart, but his brows immediately frowned because he found that Fan Xian had suffered a considerable internal injury.

As soon as the bright yellow dragon robe was unfolded, the emperor stretched his arms flat, facing the fields ahead calmly and domineeringly, and the sound of the mountain shouting long live gradually stopped.

If no one dares to look at the emperor, how can these thousands of people know the emperor’s actions?

From the beginning of getting off the car, the emperor's eyes basically fell on Fan Xian. Fan Xian felt uncomfortable all over and lowered his head. He didn't know how to react. After listening to the sound of long live the mountain, His Majesty's feet gradually came towards his own people.

Before he walked to Fan Xian, the emperor suddenly turned his direction and did not look at Fan Xian again. He solemnly helped Shu Wu and Grand Secretary Hu up. He held Old Man Shu's shoulders in both hands, and used a little force, saying in a gentle and firm tone: "The old bachelor suffers."

Shu Wu was shocked. His face was frightened, and Grand Secretary Hu also said he did not dare. The emperor smiled and said nothing. Then, he helped up the eldest prince who led the lead in the battle of Kyoto and made great contributions.

The emperor's mood was a bit complicated for this eldest son whom he had never liked very much, but his expression was calm.

Then the emperor pulled Li Chengping up again, gently stroked the youngest son's head with his right hand for a while, and looked at the subordinates of the four fields loyal to their own land without saying a word.

Then he turned back and walked towards the imperial guard.

Everyone was stunned and thought that this was over? It was not that the emperor had finished his return ceremony, but that... Fan Xian, the minister who protected the country, was still kneeling straight on the ground. Why did Your Majesty say nothing?

Shu Wu and Grand Secretary Hu looked at each other and each saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Fan Xian was also a little confused and didn't know if he should stand up.

"Get up, may you not be able to stand up if I don't help you?"

When he was about to ascend to the imperial throne, the emperor said indifferently to the crowd. Although this sentence had no meaning, everyone knew that this sentence was said to Fan Xian. And it seemed indifferent, but in fact it had a few close-range threads inside. As for the other meaning hidden in this sentence, only Fan Xian could understand that His Majesty had recognized his ability and loyalty, and without his support, he could stand in his own position in this court.

Fan Xian smiled bitterly, stood up, and looked down at the soil on his knees. According to the theory, His Majesty had not boarded the car yet, and he, a minister, could not clean his appearance. However, the impulse of not knowing where it came from, asked his right hand to brush his knees and brush away a few smears of dust.

This small action did not attract much attention, but made the emperor Lin Shang Yuzhuo pause slightly. Then everyone heard what His Majesty said.

"Come on the car."

The ministers began to be dumbfounded again. They looked at each other and fell into shock. His Majesty had not helped Fan Xian stand up in person before, so that everyone could guess. Unexpectedly, His Majesty gave Lord Fan such an honor and followed His Majesty to the capital. What a glory this was, even the prince of that year had never enjoyed it.

The wise ministers turned to Fan Xian's eyes and became hot, but these ministers seemed too smart or too smart. Some of them couldn't help but bet on the third prince, because as we all know, the second prince of the crown prince had absolutely no good ending due to the rebellion. In the beginning, everyone thought that the future master of the Qingguo Kingdom was this young prince, but judging from His Majesty's attitude today...

The reason why these ministers are smart is that they show inappropriate attitudes in inappropriate places, while the two great ministers, Hu Shu, looked at the nose and the heart, as if they had not heard what His Majesty said at all. This is the gap between the best minister and the minister.

Fan Xian felt a little bitter, but he could not go against the imperial edict. He walked to the high imperial edict, walked up to lift the yellow curtain, and stood in front of His Majesty. Although the imperial edict was high, he still could not make a person stand up straight, so he was forced to lower his head in front of the emperor, just like everyone else in the world.

"Sit." The emperor seemed to see his thoughts and nodded slightly.

Fan Xian sat opposite the emperor as he spoke. Looking at the emperor who had not seen him for a month, his mood gradually became more complicated. Although this king had auspicious and powerful side in previous years, he was far less terrifying than His Majesty the Emperor today. The emperor was still calm, but he was like a bottomless abyss, containing unsightly power. This feeling made Fan Xian feel a little palpitation. Looking at the two sword eyebrows and those calm eyes, he involuntarily developed a retreating mind.

The king's domineering spirit is not presented from his appearance, but from his methods and results in history books. Being able to come back alive from Dadong Mountain and arrange such a big picture and such a powerful person is indeed the number one person in the mainland in thirty years. Fan Xian understands this fact, and can only accept this fact.

The middle-aged man in a dragon robe looked down at the various urgent memorials presented by the two major officials, ignoring Fan Xian's wait-and-seeness to himself, even if the ministers' wait-and-seeness to the emperor was extremely impolite and taboo.

The imperial guard moved slowly, and the skylight outside the window penetrated in obliquely, shining on the memorial in the emperor's hand. He lowered his head, frowned and looked at these things, and suddenly spoke, "Three years, it will take three years for my great celebration."

When he said this, the emperor did not look up, as if he was talking to himself. Fan Xian knew what His Majesty meant. After experiencing internal rebellion, not to mention that Kyoto was seriously damaged and the government was in chaos. Just an attack from the military within the army had caused extremely serious consequences, and the morale of the military was already unstable at this time. In addition, officials in the Dongshan Road area were involved. Although His Majesty had chosen good officials from Jiangnan to take over, it would have a great impact on people's livelihood.

It will take at least one year to gather the morale of the army, and it will take at least one year to eliminate the psychological impact of this chaos. It will take at least three years to truly prepare for a large-scale war from all aspects of financial resources, materials and people.

I believe it is in your Majesty's heart. This Northern Expedition that unifies the world must be the last Northern Expedition. The historical pace of the two masters and students has been blocked for more than 20 years and is slowly accelerating.

The skylight outside the car window penetrated through the glass lattice and kept brushing away. Countless bright glass flowers were sprinkled on the faces of the father and son. The emperor still lowered his head and said, "Waiting for the time being, hiding deep in his body and reputation... This is the sentence you wrote before, but don't expect that I will let you go. Waiting for the time being, the big thing is not over yet, why should you, a young man, rush to leave?"

The emperor looked at the memorial with his eyes. These words seemed to be said unintentionally, but Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, not knowing how to say anything. After the matter was gone, he did not expect that the whisk movements he subconsciously in front of the imperial guards would make His Majesty guess his thoughts. And he dispelled his fantasy or psychological temptation very resolutely and ruthlessly.

He smiled bitterly, and did not dare to cover up the slightest cover. He said directly: "I am really not good at fighting wars, so I should earn some money for the court in peace."

Fan Xiandi had other plans in his mind, so he spoke clearly. Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly raised his head and looked at him and said, "Don't think about resigning from office. If you are still afraid of others' words and depriving power, I will do it."

Fan Xian complained in his heart. The emperor's words forced him to a dead end. If he was really forced to stay in Kyoto, Qingguo, he would certainly not want to be deprived of power. The Supervision Office is the most powerful weapon in his hands. If His Majesty really tore a hole open, what would he use to negotiate terms with this unfathomable emperor?

Until this time, he still didn't know the truth about Dadong Mountain, and he didn't dare to ask in the carriage. Instead, the emperor spoke first and asked about the specific situation of Kyoto these days. Although Kyoto had been sending memorials to the Imperial Governor during these three days, the matter involved the secrets of the royal family, and many things could only be reported to the emperor by Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's voice sounded in the carriage, from the time he left Dadongshan, to the time he disguised himself as an oil seller and entered Kyoto, to the later decision with the eldest prince, raiding the palace, and to the end of the Ye family, he spoke in an orderly and clear manner, and deliberately downplayed some details that the emperor must not want to hear.

When Fan Xian reported, the emperor had already lowered his head again, so he dared to pay careful attention to His Majesty's expression and reaction. To his surprise, neither the news of the eldest princess' death nor the news of the second child's suicide made His Majesty's face tremble at all. However, when reporting on the Empress Dowager's condition, the emperor raised his head.

"How many days will the Queen Mother have?"

"I have seen it in the Imperial Hospital... The old man has a weak body and has experienced such a big thing. I was frightened. I am afraid..." Fan Xian wanted to speak but stopped, but he had a hint of vicious thoughts about the cold emperor. The empress dowager was scared to death by you. What should you, the filial emperor, do?

"Imperial Hospital?" The emperor frowned, looked at him coldly, and said, "What are the uses of those wastes? You are in the palace, don't you know the details?"

Fan Xianweian said: "It is indeed impossible for human power to restore the world."

With the eyes of countless people, the emperor's emperor entered Kyoto and entered the palace along the broad and straight Tianhe Avenue. The people along the way who had just suffered military disasters forcibly suppressed their sadness or timidity in their hearts, and happily welcomed His Majesty the Emperor's return, as if he was returning to his backbone in his life. From this, it can be seen that His Majesty the Emperor's prestige and reputation among the people of the Qing Dynasty is still as unbreakable as the monarch's power itself.

When he arrived at the main entrance of the palace, Fan Xian hunched his body and stepped back from the car, looked at the eldest prince, shook his head, indicating that His Majesty was in good mood. He was not affected by the news of several deaths one after another.

Fan Xian followed the car into the palace. Looking at the bright yellow curtain, he couldn't help but think of the emperor's expression before. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Although the eldest princess and the second prince were both the masterminds of the rebellion, they were His Majesty's own sister and his own son after all. Moreover, this rebellion seemed to be obvious that His Majesty deliberately trapped the other party, but after learning about the death of his sister's son, the emperor was still so calm. His distractedness, this part... cold blood really made him feel a little chilled.

The eldest prince walked to his side and said in a deep voice: "Why are you coming down?"

"Do you dare to sit all the way into the palace?" Fan Xian glanced at him and explained in a low voice: "Your Majesty asked some things in the car, and you also know that those things are always inconvenient to announce them in public."

There was no need to explain anything to the eldest prince, but Fan Xian looked at the betting gazes around him. He knew what kind of remarks would be caused by following the imperial carriage into Beijing. He subconsciously added this sentence. After he finished it, he felt that he was talking to the boss like this, for fear of the reverse effect. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's too cold in the car, I'll get down to move my muscles and bones."

The eldest prince laughed, patted his shoulder, and said nothing. At this time, the two brothers were actually forcing their faces to laugh and guard Kyoto, so as not to become a lonely ghost in the country. There is no doubt that they made great contributions and made their first contributions, but so many people died in the royal family and they used so many means. Who knows what the emperor was thinking.

His Majesty the Emperor of Qing had nothing to do. During the process of arranging the rebels outside the capital, he had already learned about the deaths of Li Yunrui and Li Chengze from the emergency documents sent by Fan Xian. In the carriage, he only knew the specific situation of the two people's death from Fan Xian's mouth.

He looked calm, as if a stranger was dead, and he was still watching the memorial presented by the subordinate Zhongshu. However, when the imperial carriage entered the palace and Fan Xian got out of the car, the emperor put the memorial in his hand, leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and silently said nothing.

The lonely silence lasted for a long time, and a hint of oldness and haggardness gradually appeared on the emperor's face. However, at this time, the carriage had already stopped at the door of Han Palace.

He sighed softly, slowly walked out of the curtain that was pulled up by Eunuch Yao, and looked down at this familiar and strange underground palace. His face quickly became calm and solemn, and there was no trace of gloom when he was alone in the car. Every eyebrows and every look conveyed his strength and strength.

The empress dowager was wearing plain white clothes and lay on the warm and soft phoenix bed. The wrinkles on her face were so deep, just like she had once been with this palace, and had been eroded into such a state of storm.

The emperor and the imperial physician kneeling on the ground in panic said something, then sat down to the bed, put their slender fingers on the empress dowager's wrist.

Fan Xian and the three brothers stood behind the curtain honestly and did not dare to disturb them. Fan Xian felt a little nervous because it was vaguely visible that the emperor was very skillful in taking the pulse, and he obviously had some understanding of medicine.

However, he was more confident in Mr. Fei Jie's medicine. The most important thing is that the pill is... not a poison at all. Whether it is the medical officer of the Imperial Hospital or the other wise doctors, they must not find the real reason why the Queen Mother's vitality gradually fades, but will directly summarize it as the old man's body is in decline and destiny is coming.

The emperor's slender fingers had already left the empress dowager's weak vein gate. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. It seemed that the great master knew that he could not hold back his mother's departure. Then his brow suddenly frowned, and pointed at the empress dowager's eyebrows like the wind.

As soon as it was pointed out, the smell in the entire Hanguang Hall had changed. The cold autumn wind was dispelled by a vast sunshine, and a powerful and upright aura was conveyed to everyone's heart.

Fan Xian suddenly felt the breath behind the curtain, his heart was shocked, and his fingers trembled rapidly. Although this breath was not familiar, it was as harmonious as the true energy in his body as a relative. It was only a few levels higher than his realm. It was vaguely the realm he had always longed to pursue but could never find the entry point!
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