My historian is dying every day

Chapter 102 [Youngest, say it again]

As soon as these words came out, the garden was completely quiet. Wen Xizhi, the eldest son of the Wen family, had already escorted his wife to the backyard with his daughter. The eldest Wen Xuzhi, who was left on the field, didn't know anything, and was naturally stunned, with a look of shock on his face. : "Youngest, what did you say?!"

Wen Jiuling, who was facing the storm, was also shaken violently. He opened his old eyes and looked at Qi Yu, and then at his youngest son, his voice was trembling: "...Youngest, can you say it again?"

Qi Yu also didn't expect that Wen Yanzhi didn't have a chance to speak frankly to his father when he came home. He was still supporting Wen Jiuling at this time, and he couldn't bear to see the description of the meritorious old minister. It was really the first encounter, and I couldn't find a suitable word of comfort for a while, so I could only say first: "Master Wen... calm down."

But how to be calm?

Wen Jiuling took away the hand supported by Qi Yu, and grabbed Wen Yanzhi, his expression became solemn: "Youngest, say it again!"

Wen Yanzhi was caught by his father, and he felt that not only was the back of his head cold, but seeing his father's expression of shock and bewilderment, his beating heart seemed to be poured with cold The frosty water, a dull pain from the icy air.

——Father’s kindness in nurturing has not yet been repaid, and I have caused him this big trouble again. It really is unkind, unrighteous, loyal and unfilial.When he thought about it this way, he suddenly couldn't say anything, but the matter had come to this point, and he knew that in the end everything was unavoidable.

As if a boulder was stuck in his throat, he swallowed desperately, put down the hand holding Qi Yu's cuff, hesitated and endured for a long time, finally looked at his father gloomily, but Xu Xu firmly said: "Father... son , the son’s sweetheart is not a woman, the son likes a man, the son——sinceres the emperor, the son wants to be with the emperor, please father’s permission!”

These words seemed to slam the thunderstorm on Wen Jiuling's forehead with a bang, causing his old body to soften a little. Fortunately, Wen Xuzhi's eyes were sharp and he quickly helped him: "Father, be careful!"

However, how can Wen Jiuling be able to stand up to the current situation if he is careful?His whole body was supported by his elder son when he was absent-minded for a while, and the calm mediation he used to do in the officialdom was completely out of his mind at this time.

Dizzy and numb in his ears, he suddenly imagined that in the past 20 years, he has carefully and heartily protected his most beloved youngest son. In Ping Shun's life, he never thought that his son's sleeve was broken!Since he was a child, Professor Yao'er Miaomu only looked at alchemy books, only took in good food, pretended to be a sage in his heart, and kept his hands clean. He wanted him to choose the best in everything, how could he have expected it? In the end, this son was well raised, and he actually fell in love with the most noble thing in the world——

He actually fell in love with the emperor!

Originally, Tianlun and Le's family reunited, and thought that even the silent youngest son would have a peach blossom and start a family. Wen Jiuling's heart was full of warm silk and cotton, but at this moment, the bad news seemed to be inserted by two shafts. The warm cotton felt as if it had been burnt to ashes by a thunderbolt, wilted and curled up on the fire, the smoke from the heart choked out of the throat, and he couldn't help hissing and old-fashioned, mournful coughing.

How could he bear this?

Wen Jiuling stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pulled Wen Yanzhi towards him with all his strength.He looked at Qi Yu with dark pupils, and the next moment, the elder son pushed aside the older son behind him with one hand and knelt down on the ground with his knees bent.

"Master Wen, you—" Qi Yu hurriedly bent over to give him a hand but failed to do so, his brows furrowed deeply: "Master Wen, get up and talk!"

The boss of the Wen family also hurriedly mobilized his father from behind: "Father, please get up first, this matter—"

Wen Jiuling raised his hand to stop the eldest son's words, and kowtowed to Qi Yu, and looked up with tears in his eyes: "... Your Majesty, this wicked son has been raised and left home since he was a child and lacks discipline, so he just talked nonsense without knowing the consequences Words! Such offenses against the Holy Father and chaos are all due to the sinner’s inability to teach his children and being too spoiled! The sinner asked the emperor to punish him, and the sinner willingly died to atone for his sin. Son, save his life!"

Wen Jiuling has always cried miserably and sold the poor in the government and politics, all of which are false and sometimes true, but now that the matter is placed on the most precious son, he is actually crying all the time.

Almost as soon as he knelt down, Wen Yanzhi was already in tears, how could he still stand still at this moment, kneeling down to his father with one knee bent, but he was too clumsy to say any consolation, but he was with his father Looking at each other and crying, he muttered: "Father, don't be like this...Father..."

Qi Yu looked at it quite a headache, but in fact, he had expected that Wen Jiuling would cry like this, but he was used to the most unbearable crying of Wen Jiuling, but if he wanted to make him cry at Wen Jiuling's words, he would seriously "Forgive him." "Pass" Wen Yanzhi's departure is again impossible.

——This confession is probably a little rushed.

——However, the government is suppressing him and Wen's family, if you don't talk about it now, how long will you stay?

He looked at the teardrops in Wen Jiuling's eyes, and felt ashamed in his heart at this moment, and called Wen Xuzhi behind him as he tried his best: "Wen Jianjun, help your father up first, let's go in and talk."

Hearing this, Wen Xuzhi bent down and hooked his father's ribs with a sullen face, and finally helped Wen Jiuling to stand up. Several servants around hurried over to help, and helped Wen Jiuling, who was slightly paralyzed, to the front hall .

Wen Xuzhi looked at Yaodi's face again, the smile from the laughter in the court had long since disappeared, and at this moment, there was a chill raised by the border army in his brows: "You also stand up for me!"

Qi Yusurong lifted Wen Yanzhi up, and said to the old Wen family, "Jun Wen, you can't blame your brother for this matter."

"How dare the minister dare to blame the emperor?" Wen Xuzhi looked at Qi Yu and gritted his teeth, "The emperor has learned that my father is already sixty-six, and Fang returned from the great service of the wolf. in this way--"

When he said this, he didn't know what words to say about this incident, and when he talked about it, there was only a nasty sigh, and he turned his head and shouted at Wen Yanzhi: "You still don't get out and kneel down to father!"

"Yes, big brother." Wen Yanzhi lifted his robe and went to the front hall to kneel. In the front hall, Wen Jiuling lay down on the table and cried for a while. When he raised his head and saw the instigator Yao Zi stumbled and knelt in front of him with tears in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel more pain in his heart. : "Youngest, youngest, how can you be a broken sleeve...how can you be a broken sleeve!"

How could Wen Yanzhi answer this?He bowed his head and knelt down and wept honestly. He only wanted to look back on his own life. But anyone who can look up to him is a man, and he has never made a choice. If he could choose again, how could he do something that would make his loved ones feel sad? ?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Old Man Wen's sore throat sprang up even more, and finally pointed at the top of his son's head and cried, "If you break your sleeves, you can break your sleeves, and if you break your sleeves, it's fine... This king and his ministers are laid out under the blue sky and white sun." , how dare you surpass?! My Wen family is full of loyalty. Since I was a child, I have been admonishing you, teaching you, and persuading you. It is all ethical. As a father, you are a well-behaved and shameless person. How could you know that you have no rules? It’s come to this point!—You haven’t read the books of the sages since you were a child, and you haven’t listened to the teachings of your clan!” He slapped the table with trembling tears, and in a fit of rage, he grabbed the wooden tray with tea in his hand and slammed it on the table. It smashed towards Wen Yanzhi's shoulder and neck.

"Master Wen, please!" Qi Yu only had time to step forward to protect Wen Yanzhi in his arms, and the whole hall shouted, "Farewell, Father!" "Master!—"

However, the wooden plate had already inevitably landed on Qi Yu's vest, and the pain caused him to groan and wrinkle his brows.

—God!Wen Jiuling isn't beating his son, he's probably beating a beast!

——My back is about to break, why is he so strong!

The people around gasped suddenly: "Your Majesty!!!"

——The emperor was beaten by his father!It is the crime of implicating the entire family of the Wen family if it grows up!

One of the bosses, Wen Xu, knelt down on his knees: "Your Majesty, spare me! Father didn't mean it!"

For a moment, everyone in the hall was shocked, and the servants also knelt on the ground in panic, shouting to the emperor to forgive me, this is the unintentional mistake of the head of the family.

"Your Majesty?!—" Wen Jiuling was startled when he came back to his senses, he never expected that the emperor's golden body would block the plate for his own son, and he was so frightened that tears came to his eyes, and he quickly threw the plate away Kneeling down on the ground, he said: "I deserve death for my crimes! I deserve death for my crimes! How are you, Your Majesty?"

Wen Yanzhi struggled out of Qi Yu's arms to support Qi Yu's back, recalling Qi Yu blocking the knife for him in the past, he couldn't help but red-eyed and anxiously said: "What are you doing for me again! How about it, does it matter?" He turned his head and ordered his servants: "Hurry up and invite the doctor!"

Qi Yu hung his eyes and watched one of the guards and two servants he brought rush out, and it was with great difficulty that he endured the burning pain on his back and did not cry out.The pain made his eyes turn blue, but the first moment he came back to his senses, he thought of grabbing Wen Yanzhi's head which was patted by Wen Jiuling, looked at it, and asked with a frown, "How is your head? It's not hurt." stop?"

Wen Yanzhi shook his head again and again, and quickly went to help his father again: "Father, don't be afraid, get up first, the emperor is benevolent and will not blame you."

"Wen Xuzhi, you are also flattened, flattened." Qi Yu raised his hand and shook his arms a little annoyed, causing a sharp pain in his back, and guessed that his body must be swollen.

He was born in the royal family, and his kinship with the first emperor was always indifferent. The Queen Mother Huirong never beat him. The screaming old father was so angry about his son that he was able to explode with such power.

He looked down at Wen Yanzhi helping Wen Jiuling to sit in the main seat, and Wen Xuzhi also stood behind his father, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Master Wen, what can't you say well, you insist on beating your son? Wen Yanzhi also misses you in his heart, otherwise, how could I usually take a light car to visit your Wenfu? If I just treat him as a manly favor, I should summon you in the imperial study room to give you a house for your son. Forget it! You love your son, and I love your son too. Let's stop the scolding first. What do you want to say, just talk to me. If you have any request, I will listen to it. You just don't care Don't take Wen Yanzhi out of anger, you can beat me."

Wen Jiuling was greatly saddened and frightened at the moment, and he was a little tired at this time. Hearing this, his heart softened, and he looked at Qi Yu with his old eyes, and cried out with all his strength: "Your Majesty, you are a Mingjun...you are a Mingjun..." Ah... the difference between the monarch and his ministers, there is a difference between clouds and mud, this is absolutely unacceptable..."

"Okay, if you say that there is a difference between the monarch and the ministers, you can't make it," Qi Yu simply put down his hands and temporarily left the pain in his back behind his head, pulled Wen Yanzhi and sat next to Wen Jiuling, and said solemnly: "Master Wen, since several years At the beginning of the previous seizure of the throne, you also know that I am a person who keeps what I say, and now I only tell you that your son is about to be settled, and now I want to make another promise to you, just say this promise, and I will return it with Wen Yan Is there any difference between cloud and mud?"

Wen Yanzhi stood beside him, looking down at him with deep unease: "What do you want to say?"

Wen Jiuling thought that it was Qi Yu who wanted to give Wen Yan the glory and wealth, so he still shook his head and waved his hands: "Your Majesty, no matter what, this man and this man—"

"It's not easy to find a dedicated person in this world. Master Wen doesn't care if it's a man or a woman?" Qi Yu twitched the corner of his mouth at him, feeling a little annoyed: "Besides that I can't give birth to babies, tell me what I can do better than you?" But the daughter of a high school in Beijing? I can rule all the world, and you are afraid that I can't raise your son?"

——But giving birth to a baby is the biggest problem!Wen Jiuling held a handful of old tears under his eyelids, and it didn't matter if they fell for a while or not.

This crying also said that he disliked the king of a country and couldn't have children, and he didn't know what sin it was.

"Your Majesty, you also want to spread branches and leaves for Daqi Jiangshan, and Yanzhi can't give birth to a little prince and princess for you!" After Wen Jiuling said this, she was so ashamed that she just wanted to find a way out.

——How can the king of the same country talk about giving birth to a baby in his lifetime!

He couldn't help but gouged out Wen Yanzhi's eyes, thinking that if he was really well-behaved since he was a child, he would become more troublesome!

——If it wasn't for reluctance, I really wanted to break this kid's leg!Get a discount when you grow up!

Seeing his gaze, Qi Yu had no choice but to block Wen Yanzhi behind him with a smile, "Master Wen, I have your son, that's enough, the worst is to raise him like a baby."

Wen Jiuling was slightly moved when he heard the words, "But the emperor..."

"Master Wen, after all, are you really worried that the Wen family will have no descendants?" Qi Yu interrupted him and said with a smile: "Your eldest brother and second child have children, and the Wen family has a direct line. There is still a bright future in the army, he is a man who can make a fortune, I have already seen it clearly. If you are worried about your son being called a traitor, then listen to my promise, I guarantee you don't have to worry about it."

Wen Jiuling lowered his head and sighed, his tone was a little angry: "Your Majesty, the salary of a senior official, do you think my Wen family is not enough? Three generations of emperors have blessed me, and my Wen family has always been grateful. If it is a matter of glory and wealth, you don't need it." Let me mention it again. Although this son of an offender is arrogant and indulgent, I can still afford it, so don't bother the emperor to worry about it."

Qi Yu nodded, and said by the way: "I know, your son is better spent than me, and you will take good care of it. I want to thank you."

Wen Jiuling choked: "My son's expense is not Honglu Temple——"

"Forget it, I didn't blame you." Qi Yu laughed and raised his hand to stop him, "Let me just say that before I became the throne, you were quite distressed by the fact that the virtuous king did not give up the throne. Later, I and the virtuous king After making a deal, he successfully succeeded to the throne as emperor, do you remember that?"

Wen Jiuling frowned with gray and white long eyebrows: "I remember, but I don't know what kind of deal did the emperor and His Highness Xian Wang make?"

Qi Yu sighed softly, and replied: "Naturally, King Xian also wanted to sit on the throne, but he knew that he was not that kind of material, and I was a broken sleeve. After all, I couldn't have a child with a woman, so I made a deal with him and said, first Come and sit firmly on the throne, and when his son grows up and I get old, I will pass the throne to his son." He smiled at Wen Jiuling, and said softly, "Wen Jiuling, I want to abdicate for your son's sake."

Wen Jiuling shuddered all over: "What?!...No, no, no, the emperor must not do it! This important matter of passing on the throne is a trifling matter!" He stood up anxiously, "The world's major events will only be fixed for a few months, and it is urgent for the Mingjun to open up a virtuous path, the emperor At this time, you must not retreat in the rapids, you must face the top! If you pass the throne to the son of the virtuous king, and the son is young, once the power falls into the hands of the virtuous king or his mother's relatives, the disadvantages of the former emperor's governance will be destroyed again. Flood, when the time comes, the rivers and rivers of the world will be in turmoil again!"

"Master Wen is right, and I have already thought about it." Qi Yu nodded steadily, "That's why, I plan to wait for everything in the world to be more peaceful, and after a year or two, I will abdicate and become the Supreme Emperor, and let Qi Jue, the son of the virtuous king, take the throne When I no longer have the title of emperor, you don't have to worry about Wen Yanzhi being criticized again. After I abdicate, I can handle political affairs in the first few years. When Qi Jue becomes sensible in the future, he will be happy to let him go. Qi Jue is different from his father. He is a good embryo. In the past two years, I have also started to cultivate him. However, the young emperor still needs a great Confucian teacher as a teacher. Therefore, I want to invite your son Wen Xizhi to return to Beijing to make up for the lack of San Gong. , to assist the emperor." He squinted at Wen Jiuling, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Master Wen, you may not trust me, but you can't trust your son, right? With the second son of the Wen family sitting in the cabinet of the imperial city, how can there be another one in this world?" What is the matter of the relatives messing with power? I am afraid that the relatives will be crushed to death in the mud pile before they get up."

Wen Jiuling was momentarily stunned when he heard this thoughtful remark.He looked at Wen Yanzhi who was beside Qi Yu, and wanted to see how his son would react, but he saw Yao'er looking at the emperor in shock, as if he didn't know it at all.

——Oh, my silly son, he really is a silly son, why did he suffer such fate?

Wen Jiuling sighed, embarrassed, hesitant, worried, and depressed. He wanted to say no, but if he couldn't... the second son Wen Xizhi took the opportunity to make up for the third son, and he would be ruined like this. How could the Wen family be under Qi Yu's rule in the future? Can the word embarrassment be described?

And according to Yao'er's temperament, he is not a figure who can figure it out. Yanzhi, a kid who has been stupefied since he was a child, vowed to hit the south wall to the death and never return. Seeing that the same emperor is really close, if he tries to stop him, let's not say anything Useful or useless, just say that if the son is disappointed by this, and even does something disheartened, wouldn't it be more difficult to end?

But if he agreed to Qi Yu at this time, how could the clan's etiquette allow the emperor to abdicate and the young emperor to ascend the throne because of the fact that the son of the Wen family broke his sleeves and violated the principles?

For a moment, he was so full of thoughts that his old face was going to turn red, and finally he closed his eyes and sighed: "Your Majesty, you have given this old man a death sentence!"

Qi Yuzhi clenched his fists on the armrest, and his brows were full of joy and anger in the momentary ups and downs of planning, and his words were both polite and forceful: "Master Wen, in front of me, you can avoid the tricks of the princes." Forget it. Your Wen family’s glory, wealth, and bright future are here for you. If you want, I will abdicate, and your son belongs to me. If you don’t want it, I will not abdicate. Wen Xizhi will stay in his Hezhou. My son is his eldest son, I am my emperor, and your son is also mine. I will never let go of Wen Yanzhi. I chose the former because I don’t want your son to be criticized by the world, and I don’t want your son to suffer any grievances. Therefore I want to advise you, it is best not to choose the latter."

He took a deep look at Wen Jiuling, "Master Wen, etiquette is dead, but people are alive. Life is short, so you should think about your son's well-being."