Chapter 55 Chapter 55 [VIP]
At the beginning of March, the young Khan of Rouran was completely deposed and killed by his prime minister.
The emperor could hardly count how many times the northern border had changed hands.
When the Rouran were at their most powerful, they almost marched westward to Luoyang. At that time, the Yuan Dynasty was suddenly in danger.
However, in the blink of an eye, the former Mobei Empire was also about to fall.
This is a great opportunity to expand our territory northwards, and we cannot miss it even for a moment.
The emperor immediately made preparations to come in person.
He usually does not lead a large army, as that would easily expose his tactics, and security along the way must be repeatedly strengthened.
Like the capture of the Rouran royal court four years ago.
The emperor first raised the banner of patrolling the border, preparing to set up the Shuofang military camp, and then led his troops to attack the royal court.
The war in Mobei is now tense, and even the emperor cannot intervene directly.
The generals on the front line are the ones who understand the war best.
What he has to do is dispatch.
Stabilize the peace in the rear, ensure the supply of food and grass, and then send people to comfort the troops in time to prevent chaos and mutiny.
After reading the urgent letter, the emperor began to discuss matters.
The discussion lasted from the first light of day until the moon came.
His coughing up blood had become increasingly serious recently. When he returned to Ziwei Palace, it was already late at night. His face was pale, and the blood on his lips was a sickly red.
The imperial physician is already waiting in the hall.
Ever since Yuan Mu left, the emperor's condition has not been good.
The injury to his left shoulder cannot be said to be very serious.
But the emperor had no desire to be cured.
He said calmly, "There's no need to treat her. This is her last wish for me."
Yuan Mu left resolutely this time, but it was all his own fault.
I can't even find a reason to vent my anger on others.
The emperor had a morbid desire to preserve the wound and to engrave the last trace she left behind.
He had a serious illness during the New Year, and everyone was worried that he wouldn't survive.
It was the little prince who cried and grabbed his sleeve, saying with tears in his eyes: "Give mother back to Ah Fei, give mother back to Ah Fei..."
The emperor's mind was finally perked up again.
Nothing can happen to him. Nothing can happen to him.
For several days, there was no news from Yuan Mu.
The North is still engulfed in war, if she really went to the border.
He was determined to win this battle at all costs.
His greatest wish in this life is to make her safe, happy and successful.
Only then did the emperor understand the feeling of being uncertain about the life or death of his lover.
He lowered his eyes, wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at the imperial physician silently.
The imperial physician carefully examined the emperor's pulse and was about to report the situation to the emperor when he softly asked, "Do you think there is telepathy between husband and wife?"
"I've been feeling unwell these past two days," he whispered. "Did something happen to her?"
The imperial physician was also somewhat helpless, and said slowly, "Your Majesty is blessed by heaven, and nothing will happen to you."
yes.
When the Qingning Palace caught fire, Yuan Mu stayed away alone for more than two years without any incident.
On the contrary, when she was with the emperor, she always encountered various misfortunes and lived a very painful life every day.
Thinking of this, his chest hurt even more.
The emperor picked up the porcelain bowl and drank all the warm and bitter medicine.
There was fatigue in his eyes, but after drinking the medicine, he opened the document and continued reading.
These days the emperor either rested in the front hall or slept in the study. He never returned to the inner hall once.
He was obsessed with keeping the inner hall the same as it was when Yuan Mu was there.
Even the book open on the table was still on the page she was reading when she left.
Being reminded of something by seeing something is the most painful thing in the world.
As soon as the emperor walked into the inner hall and lifted the pearl curtain, the first thing he thought of was Yuan Mu.
He missed her almost madly.
If he could go back to the past, the emperor would rather Yuan Mu kill him directly than let her wander around in the world.
If she had gone with someone else, the emperor would have felt more at ease.
What the emperor feared most was that Yuan Mu was traveling alone.
He was so afraid that something might happen to her that the mere thought of this possibility made him feel like he was going completely crazy.
The emperor was not in good condition, and the little prince became angry whenever he saw him.
The child was blaming him for making his mother angry and drive away.
His words were filled with innocent anger, but the emperor had no way to refute it because this time it was entirely his fault.
The King of Chu rescued Yuan Mu when she was most desperate. He should be grateful to his younger brother instead of being angry with Yuan Mu because of the King of Chu, making her sad and upset, and hurting her like that.
After that, the little prince moved out of Ziwei Palace.
He is so young, yet so precocious.
But the emperor just couldn't understand the truth that even a child could understand.
His feelings for Yuan Mu are too morbid.
A heartless person puts all his emotions into one person, and he never thinks about whether she is willing to accept such love.
The emperor's palm.
He promised to make it up to Yuan Mu.
, he is not even as good as the little prince.
My thoughts are too cluttered.
The more the emperor thought about it, the more rusty the smell spread to his throat.
If he hadn't been forced to drink the medicine, he would have vomited blood immediately.
The emperor's face was pale. In the dead silent night, his longing would burn through his heart like a burning wildfire, making his internal organs feel as if they were on fire, sweeping away indescribable sharp pain.
Just as he took out the porcelain bottle from the secret compartment and was about to take one or two pills, the servant suddenly brought an urgent report.
The attendant knelt on the ground, holding the document high, and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, there is news about the Queen!"
The emperor immediately stood up, took the document and opened it.
His heart was beating like a drum.
The document clearly described what had happened in Shuofang, but when the emperor read the end and saw that Yuan Mu had lost contact again, his burning chest felt as if a cold blade had suddenly pierced it.
He lowered his eyes, his mind filled with confusion and confusion.
At one point, the emperor couldn't even make sense of his thoughts.
There is hatred towards Xi Rongjing, a morbid desire for Yuan Mu, and extreme hope and disappointment.
But what echoed in the emperor's mind was the day when he learned that Yuan Mu was pregnant.
She had already prepared to leave the palace and felt much calmer, but she suddenly learned that she was pregnant.
The emperor now understood so clearly Yuan Mu's collapse.
His knuckles were clenched tightly against his palms, his throat was full of blood, but he couldn't cough up any blood. However, when he put down the document, his fingers were already covered in thick blood.
The drops fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
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In June, Yuan Wei's assassins killed Yuan Ji, and Yuan Mu officially ascended the throne.
Yuan Ji was a member of the Yuan clan. He followed the example of the ancient sages who refused to eat Zhou grain and resolutely refused to submit to the court.
Because Yuan Ji's father and grandfather were quite prestigious, the royal family did not do anything to him. They even allowed him to serve as a vassal in the border states, just like the Khitans and Rourans, along with a group of old Tuoba people who had not yet accepted Han customs.
But he always harbored ulterior motives, and when the Rouran disaster broke out, he rebelled.
Yuan Ji had been planning for many years, and after the mutiny, he took Fengzhou and the nearby vassal states into his possession in one fell swoop.
But he didn't know the reason why he was able to do so smoothly.
This is because Yuan Wei had been planning secretly earlier.
Yuan Ji spent half his life as a tool to make wedding dresses for others.
On the day of burial, Yuan Mu wore a snow-white veil and looked a little sad.
"If he hadn't actively rebelled, who could have done anything to him?" Yuan Wei said calmly, "He's just harboring ambitions, trying to use his status as a member of the Yuan clan to gain a piece of the pie for himself."
But Yuan Mu looked at him and he stopped talking.
"The Emperor has recently been on a border patrol in Shuofang," Yuan Wei changed the subject. "Don't be afraid. His entire attention is on the Rourans. He won't do anything to us."
Yuan Mu placed his hand on the coffin and said softly, "I'm not afraid of him."
Her expression was very calm and her eyes were so gentle.
Yuan Mu has been involved in the affairs here for some time.
After leaving the village that day, Yuan Wei found someone to pick her up and took her directly north.
He adheres to the principle that a cunning rabbit has three burrows.
Even at the border, there are still a group of guards and death squads.
He truly deserves to be a powerful traitor who served two dynasties.
Yuan Mu sighed sincerely.
But since then, Yuan Wei has completely changed. He changed into a new identity and accompanied her to take control of Yuan Ji's small kingdom.
After the burial ceremony, a fine and dense rain fell from the sky.
Yuan Mu picked up a white flower that fell in the mud and gently placed it under the tree.
After arriving in Fengzhou, they dug the ground several times and searched everywhere, but they could not find any trace of the King of Chu.
Yuan Mu didn't want to accept it, but he had to.
The King of Chu might really be in great danger.
Her long hair was slightly wet.
The rain was like a thread, washing away the border states near the southern desert grasslands, making them extremely green, and giving a hazy feeling as if they were in the mist of apricot blossoms.
Yuan Mu stood by the railing and watched the rain for a while, but did not stay outside for too long.
She had handled government affairs and palace affairs, but she knew nothing about government affairs.
It was Yuan Wei and the people around him who taught her step by step, and Yuan Mu is now gradually becoming proficient in it.
Her life trajectory is bizarre.
Yuan Mu always takes paths that she had never thought of, and then encounters all kinds of things.
When she first arrived here, her condition was not very good and her thoughts of illness were not very serious.
Yuan Mu was very reluctant to do things at the beginning. She would have a big quarrel with Yuan Wei from time to time. The resentment that had been suppressed for a long time turned into sharp thorns and stabbed Yuan Wei's chest.
But he never refuted her, and he was always the first to bow his head.
Yuan Mu sometimes felt that Yuan Wei was very similar to the emperor, and what she was venting was the resentment she had for both of them for many years.
Those emotions were hidden so deeply that she didn't even notice them herself.
But Yuan Wei would half-kneel down and coax her like a dog: "Don't get angry and get yourself hurt. If you are angry, kick me twice."
The emperor would never act so lowly and humble.
Yuan Mu felt that she had learned to vent her anger on others, which was not a good thing.
But she did hate Yuan Wei.
Yuan Mu was in a really bad mood during that period.
However, seeing this devastated place gradually getting better, she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness in her heart.
Yuan Mu has never done anything useful.
In fact, she longs for value and meaning.
Yuan Mu hopes that the world will be fine, and even the Rouran people who are caught in the war, she hopes they will be fine.
After leaving the railing, she entered the inner room, then walked across the porch and headed towards the front yard.
The battle in Mobei is about to reach its climax.
After the young Khan was deposed, his prime minister ascended the throne.
He is an ambitious person, but to be honest, his ability to govern is not very strong.
Not long ago, the Rouran won a rare great victory, but he recalled the general who led the troops to victory and directly ordered his death, causing a huge shock in the northern border.
Yuan Mu didn't know whether the general really had ulterior motives or the new Khan who was plotting to usurp the throne was extremely suspicious.
But by that time, the Rouran's momentum was getting weaker and weaker.
When a country is about to perish, internal and external troubles will emerge one after another.
Now the people of both countries are actually waiting for one thing - the final destruction of Rouran.
Yuan Ji's funeral was just concluded today.
But there's still a lot of other stuff to deal with.
The servant simply changed Yuan Mu's appearance, turning her from a young girl with a cold face into a cold and handsome young man.
Her eyes were so beautiful, with a sharp, light-filled dark glow.
Yuan Mu didn't know whether this could be considered a mutiny to gain power.
She held a funeral for Yuan Ji and buried him properly, but it was indeed they who killed Yuan Ji.
Yuan Mu only knew that not many people missed Yuan Ji after his death. Instead, they happily celebrated the change of new master.
In addition, there were already countless people from Yuan Wei lying in ambush around Yuan Ji, so this time the main position was almost effortless and did not cause any waves.
Yuan Mu went to the front hall for meetings.
Young soldiers and cautious subordinates knelt on the ground, swore an oath of blood, and swore allegiance to her.
Yuan Mu spent the whole day in a hurry, and only had time to rest late at night.
The heat in the border states is not very severe, and the summer is not particularly hot.
The courtyard was quiet and it rained for a while in the evening.
There was remnant of rain on the bluestone slabs.
Yuan Mu celebrated her 22nd birthday last month. In the blink of an eye, several years have passed and she has reached the age that Helan Zhen was when she first met him.
She used to think that life was long and didn't even dare to dream of living to be twenty.
But when he saw the remaining rain on the bluestone slabs, Yuan Mu couldn't help but step on it and crush the remaining rain water.
It's too quiet at night.
After returning to the inner room, Yuan Mu took a quick shower and went to sleep wrapped in a brocade quilt in the tent.
She thought about this in her drowsy state before going to sleep.
When she was young, she always longed to go to a prosperous and beautiful place like Jiangnan or Luoyang, but she didn't expect that she would find her final peace in the border state of Shuofang.
The nights at the border are a bit cold.
Yuan Mu lay in the tent, his mind gradually calmed down. Listening to the sound of the night wind blowing the branches and leaves outside, he fell asleep.
She slept very soundly that night.
But when Yuan Mu got up the next day, his heart and lungs began to ache.
After the attendant called the palace physician over, Yuan Wei also came over. He said in a low voice, "Don't do anything today. Get some rest."
Yuan Mu's health is very poor and is getting worse.
Not long ago, during a meeting, she suddenly fainted.
Yuan Mu was in an irritable mood and said gloomily, "No, we have to go to the border camp today."
They are now in a state of separatism, but their relationship with the imperial court is not too tense. After all, the border states have been in chaos for too long.
There are many vassal states here, which are originally autonomous, and the Shuofang side will not interfere too much.
Seeing that things were finally settling down here and Yuan Ji, who had been bent on rebellion, was finally buried, they couldn't wait to clap their hands in celebration.
This meeting was scheduled earlier and it is not convenient to change it.
Being the person in charge is troublesome. The emperor is the Son of Heaven and he has to attend all important occasions.
Yuan Wei was silent for a moment, then said, "Then take the court doctor with you, and come back immediately after the discussion."
He kept his face half-covered, making it inconvenient for him to see people. He could only sit in the back and could not help Yuan Mu go over.
Yuan Mu nodded, drank the medicine and prepared to go over.
Before leaving, she said to an aide, "Please calculate my fortune."
Among the staff there are some who are very knowledgeable about prophecies and divination.
Yuan Mu didn't believe this at first. She only started playing it occasionally after coming here.
She drew a lottery ticket from the holder.
The fortune is: Want to go but stop, hesitating endlessly, hiding jade and pearls, but the heart is thousands of miles away. *
The staff member smiled as soon as he saw it and said, "It's a good sign, young lady."
This sign means that you should handle things slowly and tactfully, and not act rashly, otherwise the pearls and jade you cherish will fall into the mud. However, as long as you handle things carefully, your goals can be achieved.
Yuan Mu looked at the fortune, but his eyes fell on the four words "a heart as deep as a thousand miles".
She put the stick back into the stick holder and got on the carriage.
The clouds and mountains are numerous, and the heart is thousands of miles away.
Yuan Mu always thought that this was just a simple love talk.
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The emperor went to the border in secret.
Now is a critical juncture in the war. If all goes well, the distant Mobei grasslands can be incorporated into the territory of the empire.
The emperor was very ambitious. He wanted to complete the great cause that his grandfather had failed to accomplish.
He had just arrived at the border a few days ago and had done a brief inspection of the area, not doing much else for the time being.
The war had been going on for almost eight months, but overall it was going smoothly, even more smoothly than his previous expedition a few years ago.
That time it was just to change the lord of Rouran, but this time it was to destroy this declining empire.
The Rouran began to decline rapidly twenty or thirty years ago.
It has been fortunately extended its life too many times, and this time it is finally going to be silent forever.
As soon as the war began, some cities surrendered directly to welcome the royal army.
The emperor knew at that time that the war would not be too difficult.
As expected, after only half a year, the Rouran army was on the verge of complete defeat.
When the emperor heard that Yuan Ji, who had been causing trouble for a long time, had died, he felt better. He had originally thought that this person was a bit troublesome.
Because behind Yuan Ji are countless people from the vassal states.
Even if they cause chaos, it is not advisable to deal with them too cruelly.
The newly appointed person in charge was originally Yuan Ji's subordinate and a member of the Yuan family.
I heard that he has a good reputation and is quite sensible about current affairs.
The two sides will have a brief meeting today at the border camp.
The emperor had no intention of going there, but he took people to a nearby city to appreciate it.
He rode a horse and walked incognito in the streets. This new leader was quite capable, and the county, which had been in turmoil not long ago, became much calmer.
It rained yesterday, and the tender new branches on both sides of the road are sprouting, full of lush green vitality.
There are many former Xianbei people in the Jimizhou. Their faces have obvious Hu features and the color of their eyes is much lighter.
The emperor inevitably thought of Yuan Mu.
Ever since the incident with Xi Rongjing, he hadn't heard from her for a long time.
Some people say that Yuan Mu finally left by boat. The ferry was so chaotic, with so many boats leaving every day, heading to all corners of the world.
No one knew where she had gone.
After watching for a while, the emperor came to a teahouse here. When he had his meals outside, someone would test for poison, and there were also countless guards following him in secret.
But this is troublesome.
So the emperor held the cup and drank some tea slowly.
Although it is wartime, it is still quite lively here.
The stories told by the storytellers were also very different. Sometimes they talked about the Khitans, sometimes about the old stories of the Xianbei, and sometimes about the Rouran.
But the most popular story is about their new leader.
The storyteller slapped the wooden stick to wake up the man, and finally he was willing to slowly tell the story at the end: "It is said that our lord, with a strong build and strong arms, is a hero of his generation, a hero who fell into the plains and was trapped in the shallows..."
These are all exaggerated statements to the extreme.
The short children held their faces in their hands and listened very attentively.
The emperor listened briefly and found out that he was originally a subordinate of Yuan Ji, and it was almost the same as if he came to power through mutiny, except that Yuan Ji died first.
At dusk, the sunset glow sets in the west.
The emperor stood up nonchalantly and left.
He jumped on his horse and prepared to leave the city. Just as he was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from the distance: "The master is back!"
The emperor rode on his horse and gently raised his almond-shaped eyes.
Countless horses passed through the city gate, bringing with them clouds of dust, and stepped into the city from afar. Many people heard the sound and looked out from both sides of the street to watch.
This is a devastated city, but also a city full of thriving hope.
The man did not lead the charge. He was in the middle and back, wearing a conical hat, and his face was vaguely obscured by a veil.
The emperor looked at him from a distance.
In my ears was the chattering sound of people pointing and identifying.
The emperor had never seen this man before, but he could tell where he was in the crowd.
The man seemed to notice his gaze and turned his head to look over here.
The long wind happened to blow away the veil on his face.
Beneath the veil lies a sharp and handsome young face.
The clear watery eyes were the light blue that only appeared in the emperor's dreams.
The young girls were all exclaiming in surprise. Some of the brave girls who were holding handkerchiefs threw them away and shouted, "My dear! Look here!"
The surroundings were extremely lively, but all the emperor's thoughts stopped at this moment.
He seemed to be deaf, with only bursts of roaring in his ears and nothing else to hear.
Even if the emperor turned into ashes, he would never forget this face.
He watched Yuan Mu grow up, from a young girl of fifteen or sixteen to a beautiful lady in her twenties.
Yuan Mu had a small mole on her lower back, but she didn't even know it herself. The emperor knew it very well. He knew her better than she did a long time ago.
The clouds and mountains are numerous, and the heart is thousands of miles away.
The reunion that I had never dared to imagine in my dreams finally came true at this moment.
At that moment, the emperor's face, which usually did not show any emotion, was filled with uncontrollable emotion.
His knuckles were tightly gripping the reins, blue veins bulged on the back of his hands, and his handsome face was a little disheveled.
The emperor stared at Yuan Mu's back, but she did not look back again.
He always attracted everyone's attention at any event he attended, but this time, he was just one of countless figures.
But even so, he was happy with it.
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