Adore Trick of Beauty

When King Rui Xiao Fengqing rebelled, powerful vassal kings from various places took the opportunity to recruit troops and expand their state armies under the banner of suppressing rebellion. The vassal kings originally planned to only descend to the level of the emperor. They built luxurious palaces in their respective territories, with a lot of maids and maids, and many retainers and counselors. They had no direct financial power or political power in their hands. They could basically be called small lords. imperial court.

When Xiao Fengqing rebelled, they finally found this golden opportunity. They took out the money they had hoarded for many years to recruit troops, expand the army, and seize territory. After Xiao Fengming returned to the capital, he abolished the state armies of each vassal king and took away many weapons from their hands. However, this was only on the surface. Secretly, how could the vassal kings who had tasted the benefits be willing to hand over their troops and horses? They all hid their best weapons and war horses when they were let out.

Now that Xiao Fengming is seriously ill, vassal kings from various places are ready to mint coins and mine iron ore privately. There are even rumors that people from various places are secretly recruiting young talents.

In the prosperous and prosperous times, the vassal king has become a cancer in the country. The vassal king has too much power and cannot lose its tail. Qi and Qin had just been conquered, and the Central Plains had been unified. Thousands of things were pressing down on Xiao Fengming alone. It can be said that it is extremely difficult for him to maintain his current situation after suffering from illness for three years.

In the imperial study, Nie Wushuang frowned deeply as he looked at the memorial several feet thick.

The prince on the side looked at him seriously. Nie Wushuang looked at his slender young shoulders that had not yet grown up, and a look of pity flashed in his eyes: "Prince, your mother asked you to supervise the country, are you willing?"

The prince raised his head, his clear eyes full of understanding and gentleness: "My father is seriously ill, and I should fulfill my filial piety for my father."

Nie Wushuang looked at his face that had lost its tenderness, and recalled the time when he cuddled up to her and said that when his father returned, he would no longer need to be the emperor...

"Then you will be the emperor from now on. Are you willing?" Nie Wushuang asked again.

The prince thought for a while: "Do I have to be the emperor?"

"Yes." Nie Wushuang looked into his eyes.

The prince hesitated for a while: "Mother, my son does not want to be the emperor."

"Why?" When Nie Wushuang heard this, he felt an indescribable pain in his heart. Could it be that at such a young age, he already knew the emperor's helplessness and loneliness?

"My son wants to be a general, a Confucian general like General Nie." The prince's eyes showed a bright light that she had never seen before, but he paused for a long time and then said: "But if the father and the queen must do this, they must do it." The emperor and his sons and ministers will naturally fulfill their filial piety. Be a good emperor, like your father."

"Good boy!" Nie Wushuang was moved in her heart, and she hugged him tightly: "For your father, and for the country your father has built, you must be a good prince and emperor."

She looked at the dark night, with strong determination flashing in her beautiful eyes: "Tomorrow, the Queen Mother will ask the Emperor to issue an imperial edict, and all the kings will come to the capital to congratulate the Crown Prince on his fourteenth birthday..."

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On the bustling Yingjing Street, people were coming and going, and the sun had just risen three poles. Next to the city gate, the gatekeeper posted a bright yellow notice with dense words written on it. Pedestrians gathered around and the literate people read loudly. After finishing reading, everyone was surprised. On the prince's fourteenth birthday, all the kings came to the capital to congratulate him. This battle was really too big. Could it be that the emperor was seriously ill and had to pave the way for the prince? …

There are different opinions. In the crowd, a tall man standing in the center of the crowd looks like he stands out from the crowd. He wears a gauze hat on his head. The black veil hung down, covering his face.

He watched silently, then pushed aside the crowded crowd and walked out. Someone pushed him and he stepped on a pedestrian's foot. The man jumped up in pain and cursed angrily: "Don't you have eyes?"

The black gauze was lifted up by the wind. When the passerby raised his eyes, he was met with a pair of cold eyes of different colors. The silent man's face was so handsome that it was strangely enchanting. With those deep eyes, it almost stole people's heart.

"Get out of the way." His voice, as cold as snow, came from under the black veil.

Pedestrians were so shocked by the faces they saw inadvertently that they couldn't help but retreat aside. The man in green snorted coldly and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

He walked quickly, as if he was very familiar with the terrain of the capital. Soon, he reached a remote and uninhabited place, took off the sweltering Sali, and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was worry in his eyebrows. Looking at the corner of the palace that was vaguely exposed in the distance, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and sigh: "Wushuang, you are still so bold, but do you know that the kings now are no longer the princes who had no real power in the past? They are wolves, extremely vicious wolves..."

He rested for a while, took one last look in the direction of the palace, seemed to make up his mind, put on his bamboo hat again, and headed out of the capital city gate.

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"Coming to Beijing to congratulate?!" Prince Duan of Xiangyang was leisurely looking at the three-foot-long red coral newly presented as tribute by the local county government, and couldn't help but be stunned. With a shake of his hand, a few drops of fine wine were poured onto the coral, and the bright red color became even more beautiful.

His handsome face showed deep thought: "Is there anything fishy in this?..."

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"Coming to the capital to congratulate the prince on his birthday?!" On the King of Chu's campus in Jingzhou, the King of Chu was enthusiastically competing with several young warriors in martial arts. Hearing the people from the palace who came to report the news say this, he couldn't help but feel upset and raised his eyebrows. He turned over the strongman next to him and roared: "Why should I go and congratulate that young boy on his birthday?"

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In the Royal Palace of Luzhou, in the elegant pavilion, the fine agarwood incense curled up from the incense burner. Among them sat the elegant King Jing. When he heard the report from the person outside the room, he smiled slightly: "I understand, please step back."

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p\u003eHe looked at the guqin he had worked so hard to find a few days ago and the beautiful woman playing it in front of him, and smiled slightly: "No, you just played the wrong note."

********** Please give me a monthly ticket. Please give me a monthly ticket. If I really want to show my condolences to Bing and give him something like a gift, I’ll give him a magic pen. Well, as I said before, just enjoy reading the article. *********. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

La la... the kings appeared, and by the way, they were also handsome guys of various types. We Nie Wushuang will have to deal with these handsome guys... The Xiao family's seeds are good and they won't grow too crooked...