Chapter 233: A Wicked Concubine (7)

When the victory report came from the border, Emperor Ping was playing chess with Shi Yi. At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were fixed on the chessboard, and his right index finger was tapping slowly on the edge of the jade chessboard.

Shi Yi knew that he was not concerned about the chess game, but the situation at the border. He was also thinking about what was going on today. In the past, there would be memorials sent by this time. Although most of them were unfavorable to the war of Wu Dynasty.

But she was familiar with the plot and knew that King Zhaoyang was the god of war of this dynasty. As long as he put on armor and went into battle, there would be no war that he could not win. This time, the chaos at the border would definitely be quelled.

Eunuch Cai ran along with the victory report that had been sent 800 miles away in both hands. When he stepped into the inner room of the palace, he was so excited that he almost fell down.

"Why are you so careless?" Emperor Ping glanced at him and continued to examine the chessboard.

"Your Majesty... great victory... great victory at the border..." Eunuch Cai knelt on the ground and crawled to him on his knees.

"Great victory!" Emperor Ping slapped his thigh and jumped off the kang bed, asking, "Really?"

"Really! Your Majesty, Prince Zhaoyang returned with a great victory!" Eunuch Cai raised his hands high, and the emperor could see every word on the memorial clearly.

"Reward! Reward! Reward!" Emperor Ping swept them all away and said loudly, "All soldiers who report the victory will be rewarded!"

Shi Yi saw that he was so happy and wanted to say something nice to please him, but he hugged her.

"Wu Dynasty didn't lose to me after all." After spinning, he hugged her tightly and leaned his face on her shoulder.

Shi Yi wanted to say something, but was infected by his silent emotions. In the end, she didn't say a word, but just gently put her hand on his back.

If Emperor Ping had the country in his heart, then in the original plot, he defeated the country for the original owner. How heavy would such love be! Such love is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Eunuch Cai led the emperor's verbal edict out of the hall, and the cold wind made his thoughts clearer.

Since the border turmoil, he had never seen Emperor Ping laugh heartily during the days when he served beside him. Today, the border was victorious, and Emperor Ping was really happy. The emperor was happy, and so was he, a servant. But Prince Zhaoyang had pacified the border and won the love of the whole country. There was no higher reward, so how should the emperor deal with it? !

Eunuch Cai could think of these, and of course Prince Zhaoyang and his subordinates who were far away at the border could also think of them.

After discussing overnight, Zhang Yang, a military strategist, and his friendly generals invited Prince Zhaoyang and other generals into the tent to discuss military affairs. Zhang Yang and his friendly generals suggested that Prince Zhaoyang should directly follow the example of Huang Taizu of the ancient dynasty and put on the yellow robe and proclaim himself emperor at the border. Emperor Ping was mediocre, and he would naturally take the initiative to abdicate in a short time. The other generals sat in their seats without saying a word, most of them were waiting and watching.

King Zhaoyang listened to them calmly, drew his sword from the sheath, and killed Zhang Yang, who had led the trouble, on the spot, with blood splattering all over the tent. The other generals guessed his thoughts and hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty, while the generals who were on good terms with Zhang Yang were all trembling with fear as if they had been in a great disaster.

"I don't want to hear any more words about what happened today." He glanced at everyone, wiped the blood off the blade with his fingers, put it back into the sheath, and then slowly walked out.

The generals who were on good terms with Zhang Yang were silent, and they didn't stand up until he returned to his tent. They couldn't help but touch their backs, which were all wet.

A young-looking military supervisor walked out from behind the crowd and laughed three times, "Your Majesty is wise." Although the generals in the tent looked down on him, they were in no mood to criticize him because they had just encountered a major event.

The moment Wu Qi strode out of the tent, he had already decided to give up the army and pursue literature.

Prince Zhaoyang is a natural born general. If he wanted to rebel, he would have done it when the previous emperor died. If Prince Zhaoyang doesn't rebel now, he will never rebel again. As long as Prince Zhaoyang is there, the Wu Dynasty will be strong. Why should a small person like him waste time in the army? Why not take the opportunity to go back to his hometown to take the imperial examination? If he passes the examination, he can still serve the people.

Prince Zhaoyang led his army back to the capital, and the whole country, young and old, lined up on the roadside to throw flowers to welcome him.

In the hearts of the people of Wu Dynasty, this great general and prince with his head in the sky and his feet on the ground is a "god" that they will admire and respect for the rest of their lives.

The generals and soldiers following Prince Zhaoyang's horse are also proud to be his subordinates.

Emperor Ping took Shi Yi to the high city wall and looked at him with his sleeves full of flowers and his eyes flashing with emotions.

At first, Shi thought that he wanted to comfort Prince Zhaoyang because of his great achievements, but he gave up the idea after seeing his slender and relaxed hands.

Emperor Ping may be mediocre, but if he really wanted to harm Prince Zhaoyang, Prince Zhaoyang would not have lived to this day. Moreover, the fact that Emperor Ping could send Prince Zhaoyang to quell the rebellion was a sign of his trust in Prince Zhaoyang. The relationship between the two of them might be better than anyone imagined.

Prince Zhaoyang knew that Emperor Ping would definitely wait for him on the city wall today. When he looked up, he saw the bright yellow robe on the city wall. He was touched and couldn't help but grin.

Emperor Ping was infected by him, smiled and stretched out his hand to him, but after noticing the distance between them, he smiled and put his hand back into his sleeve. Prince Zhaoyang rarely noticed his brother's embarrassment, and squinted his eyes and smiled.

In a trance, he and Emperor Ping seemed to have returned to their childhood.

At that time, Emperor Ping was not Emperor Ping, and Prince Zhaoyang was not Prince Zhaoyang. They were just princes born to two unpopular concubines. It's just that one was born to the queen and the other was born to Gao Zhaorong. At that time, the late emperor, their father, doted on the Fuyao lady in the harem. He doted on her so much that he personally ordered the queen to move out of Yiyang Palace and let her live there. He doted on her so much that he would not set foot in any of the concubines' palaces without Fuyao's permission.

In the harem where mothers are honored by their sons, if the mother is not favored, the princes will not have an easy life. Although the two were princes, they were always looked down upon by the people in Fuyao's palace because their mother was not favored by their father. Fortunately, Fuyao only wanted to please their father and did not deliberately embarrass them. They also had a relatively comfortable childhood. They read books, practiced swords and flew kites together, always together. If there were palace people bullying him, the emperor's brother would definitely be the first to stand in front of him.

"Go back to the palace and wait for my brother." Emperor Ping took Shi Yi's hand and walked back. His steps were calm and his expression was leisurely, with a unique style of the emperor.

King Zhaoyang looked at the bright yellow robe on the city wall going farther and farther away, but smiled comfortably.

His brother has never changed, and he will never change.

(End of this chapter)