MTL - Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor-Chapter 118 wait for me

Geng Di knelt on the ground, weeping. Since the **** tragedy in the East Palace in the seventh year of Zhang Wu, no one in the court has seen that clever little grandson again. There are many rumors in the market that the crown prince's youngest son, King Langya, is not dead, he is still alive in the world, and will come out to save the common people at the right time. Some people even explained that Emperor Wu left a secret treasure for his favorite little grandson and hid him in the mountains, so the emperor couldn't find it for so many years.

The folks have everything to say, and there are people in the DPRK and China discussing this matter in private. In his heart, Geng Di also hopes that there will be a wise master to end the dark age of King Chang Shan and Yin Yikun. However, Geng Di himself also knows that most of the folk rumors are that the people cannot bear the emperor's tyrannical rule, so they made up an illusory image of the emperor's grandson as spiritual support. In fact, the child was only thirteen years old when he disappeared. After so many years of hunting, how could he survive? Even if you can survive, how can you be successful if you are in danger and always shrouded in the shadow of being discovered?

Geng Di was robbed this time, he guessed many situations, he thought that maybe someone is going to rebel, maybe a certain prince wants to usurp the throne, what's worse is Rouran people, Turkic people or even Zhao people. But Geng Di never expected that what he saw under that mask was such an extremely beautiful face.

Even though I haven't seen her for many years, there will never be another person in this life with such a beauty that is almost beyond imagination. Geng Di still deeply remembers the first time he met Murong Yan, it was at the New Year's Eve banquet of Emperor Wu of Ming Dynasty, all the princes, grandsons, civil servants and military generals were going to attend, and Geng Di was also invited. When the bells and drums of the East Palace were playing, the colleague quietly touched Geng Di's sleeve, and pointed at the crowd from a distance: "That is King Langya."

Geng Di looked up and saw the proud man in the crowd. Murong Yan was only twelve years old at that time, his skeleton had not yet grown, he was tall and straight, delicate and indistinguishable. People who practice martial arts have a prejudice against good-looking men, but when Geng Di saw Murong Yan, he was speechless for a long time.

The beauty of King Langya is well known to the world. However, when they see Murong Yan, they will know that the beautiful skin is just a foil in front of him, and that kind of casual murderous, dangerous and beautiful aura is the real fatality of Murong Yan.

Later, when the news about the East Palace came, Geng Di sighed deeply. He once thought that King Langya was dead, and the rehabilitation of the East Palace case was just wishful thinking. There is no savior in the world.

Who knew, there really was one.

Geng Di was in tears, put one hand on Geng Di's arm, and helped him up steadily: "General, please get up."

Geng Di followed Murong Yan's strength and stood up. He looked down at Murong Yan's hand, not without surprise. Geng Di spent almost his whole life in the military camp. He knew what was real and what was ostentatious. Geng Di could clearly feel Murong Yan's amazing wrist strength and arm Smooth and powerful muscles.

Unconsciously, the fear in Geng Di's heart increased again. After staying incognito for five years, Murong Yan not only survived the net of heaven and earth, but also quietly developed his own power, and he didn't even let go of his martial arts. Geng Di asked himself that he couldn't do this even at his peak, and Murong Yan was only seventeen years old, and he already had such a mind.

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty was right, the little emperor's grandson King Langya was the closest to his ancestors, what's more, surpassed his ancestors.

He Guang exhausted all his words but failed to impress Geng Di, Murong Yan only said a few words and helped Geng Di, Geng Di's heart was already surging, and his excited eyes glowed. After the two sat down facing each other, Geng Di wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "The old man lost his composure and made King Langya laugh."

"It doesn't matter." Murong Yan said lightly, "General Geng has defended his family and the country all his life, guarding the frontiers, he is a hero, but he was framed by traitors. It is the Murong family who are sorry for the general."

"What are you talking about, Your Highness?" Geng Di hurriedly waved his hands and declined, "Thanks to His Majesty Mingwu for not giving up, entrusting Tongguan and other places to the old man. It is an honor for me, a member of the Geng family, to be able to serve the late emperor."

Murong Yan noticed that Geng Di cleverly changed the term, he said "serve the late emperor". Murong Yan smiled, and replied: "General, you are polite, we have seen the contribution of the entire Geng family, so you can rest assured, General."

Geng Di also laughed, and then asked about Murong Yan's experience in the past few years, the two of them talked secretly every time, and there were many wits hidden in every sentence. At the end, Geng Di sighed with tears in his eyes: "Your Highness has such broad-mindedness and insight at such a young age, I am ashamed of myself. His Royal Highnesses, the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess, have spirits in the sky, and finally they can rest in peace."

He Guang has been standing by the side and listening. Hearing this, his eyes moved, and he said: "It is true that the crown prince hopes to be successful, but the injustice of Donggong and His Highness is also the crown prince's lifelong regret. Don't let these With the stigma washed away, how can the prince feel at ease under the Nine Springs?"

The conversation finally got to the point, Murong Yan came out to meet each other in real body, Geng Di recalled the events of the late emperor for a long time, and he couldn't really be reminiscing about the old days. The prince was framed by his teacher for treasonous intentions, and he committed suicide to prove his innocence. No one in the East Palace was spared except Murong Yan. But the culprit of the East Palace massacre is now sitting high in the Golden Luan Hall, enjoying himself wantonly. If you want to vindicate the deposed prince, how else can you vindicate?

Several people here are well aware of this, just now Geng Di refused to vote for another camp, but if Murong Yan was behind the scenes, the situation would be completely different. The moment Geng Di saw Murong Yan's determination was half shaken, now listening to Murong Yan's conversation and watching Murong Yan's behavior at close range, the remaining half of Geng Di's persistence disappeared invisible. Of course Geng Di wanted to be a loyal minister and good general, and to leave a good reputation in the history books, so when the emperor became suspicious, he went to die willingly. However, Geng Di could die the first time, but he didn't want to try again anyway. One has to die once to know the value of life, not to mention, dying in the hands of those villains is too embarrassing.

Geng Di made a clear statement in a moment, he narrowly escaped death, even if he goes back and continues to serve the current emperor, the emperor may not believe him, and the whole family of the Geng family will be implicated at that time. On the contrary, if you follow Murong Yan, you can show your strengths and don't have to be angry with villains. Murong Yan himself is also a master worth following. The most important thing is that Geng Di is very suspicious. If he doesn't agree, I'm afraid he won't be able to walk out of this door today.

Both sides are constantly playing games. Now that He Guang has pierced the last layer of window paper, Geng Di has also made his final decision. He stood up and knelt three times in front of Murong Yan. This is the most formal etiquette for courtiers to meet the king: "I am impressed by Your Highness's righteousness, Geng Di, representing the sons of the Geng family. I am willing to follow His Highness's side and serve His Highness like a dog and a horse." labor."

After coming out of the secret courtyard, He Guang took two quick steps to catch up to Murong Yan, and clasped his fists at Murong Yan with a smile: "Congratulations, Your Highness, I am delighted to have 100,000 troops in Tongguan."

Murong Yan has always been cold and distant, and when he heard this, there was a thin smile in his eyes: "Mr. planned the curtain carefully, planned carefully, this battle is indispensable."

The two looked at each other and smiled, silently skipping the topic. When Geng Di first encountered a crisis, in fact, Murong Yan already knew that if he wanted to, he could even eliminate the disaster in advance. But he didn't, but let the suspicion ferment. In the end, Geng Di had to return to Beijing to Mingzhi, and was sent to prison several times, with life and death hanging by a thread. Murong Yan stood by and watched until Geng Di was really in danger, and then rescued him.

After all, there is no comparison, how can we distinguish between the faint king and the wise master. How can we turn the tide if no building will collapse.

Their conversation went on for a long time, when Murong Yan received the news, it was just after You Hour, and now it was so dark that he couldn't see his five fingers. He Guang was not in good health. After standing in the wind for a while, he couldn't stop coughing. Murong Yan asked Chang Da to send back He Guang who was in poor health like a piece of paper, while he walked slowly to the residence alone.

As he walked into an alley, there was a sudden crackling sound from the street behind him. The New Year is here, and the laughter of children can be heard from far away. Murong Yan subconsciously stopped, turned her head and looked behind her.

The place where he was located was pitch black, not even the starlight could shine in, and a few steps away from the street, children in red cotton clothes were running around lighting firecrackers. Just a few steps away, it seems like a world is separated.

Murong Yan watched quietly, suddenly wanted to see today's moon. It was only when he raised his head that he remembered that today is thirty and there is no moon.

Murong Yan looked at the bottomless sky, and after a while, the corners of his lips twitched slightly. How could he make such a stupid mistake? But every time he misses her, he wants to look at the moon, the wind, and everything that can travel far. There is only one chance in Wanzhong, the gust of wind around him will brush the ends of her hair, and the moon he is staring at will shine into her eyes. Even if the possibility is very low, he still wants to try.

Because this is the only way he can get in touch with Jiajia. Murong Yan took off the short knife he was wearing, and struck the blade with a clear and clear knocking sound with his fingers.

Last year now, he had just **** Yu Qingjia's long hair, and they married each other, with no doubts about their love and affection. No matter how bad it was, in July, he was always by Jiajia's side, listening to her singing midnight songs.

Who can think without singing, who can be hungry without food. This evening is farewell, when will the reunion be?

Murong Yan said silently in her heart, Jiajia, wait for me to come back.

When the new year comes, the Buddhist temples in the city ring a long bell. Accompanied by the lingering lingering sound of the bell, the whole city was filled with fireworks.

Yu Qingjia sat by the window, looking up at the fireworks in the sky. The fireworks cast halos on her face, and her eyes sparkled, as if reflecting the vast stars.

Just thinking about him, Yu Qingjia couldn't help but smile. A vixen who is so impatient with etiquette must be asleep by now.

Yu Qingjia was holding the white jade hairpin that Murong Yan wore for her hair last year, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and she sang in a low voice.

The night is long and sleepless, how bright the moon is. If you want to hear the sound of scattered calls, you should make promises in the air.

This evening is farewell, when will the reunion be? The bright lights shine on the air bureau, and there is no time for leisure.

"Fox spirit." Yu Qingjia looked at the fireworks and whispered to the empty room, "Happy New Year."

The author has something to say: Who can think without singing, and who can be hungry without food. This evening is farewell, when will the reunion be? The bright lights shine on the air bureau, and there is no time for leisure. There is no east flowing water. When will we return to the west? The night is long and sleepless, how bright the moon is. If you want to hear the sound of scattered calls, you should make promises in the air. —Excerpt from "Midnight Song"