"Sure enough, the tiger father has no dog son!"
"More than that, it's simply better than the old!"
The child in the corner looked at his brother who was surrounded in the center, with envy in his eyes.
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"To be honest, I have admired your brother for a long time. Can you introduce me to him?"
Watching the 'friend' in front of him raise his glass, the young man felt mixed emotions in his heart.
'It seems that the reason for calling me brother and sister these days is just for me to introduce him to Ben Chu...'
The young man's smile froze on his face, but quickly disappeared, and he responded boldly.
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"Yuan Shu is brave and invincible."
"Does Yuan Gongli worry about the evildoers who forget their country? Why should they care about the dry bones in the grave?"
“A highway arrogant is not a master of chaos.”
"He who is obedient to Heaven's help, and has faith in the assistance of man. If there is no trust and obedience in technique, but to hope for the help of Heaven and man, it is impossible to aspire to the world."
Scenes of the past seemed to appear in front of me again, and finally they were frozen in the disgusted expression of my father Yuan Feng, and the words: "Highway! You let me down so much!"
Is Yuan Shu really that unbearable? Which kid from a rich family is not young and frivolous? Although I have no great achievements, under my rule, the people of Yangzhou can be regarded as having sufficient food and clothing. Why are they disappointed? Is it just because my concubine brother is too dazzling?
"It's all their fault, they are just jealous of you! As long as you become emperor, they will kneel down in front of you like dogs and beg for mercy!"
A sinister voice suddenly sounded in Yuan Shu's mind.
"who are you?"
Yuan Shu was about to ask a question, but there was a sharp pain in his head. He only had time to groan and fainted!
After a few breaths, Yuan Shu slowly stood up, with a strange smile on his lips, and muttered to himself: "You all deserve to die!"
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Under the same sky, Yuan Shu is not the only one who has difficulty sleeping?
Yuan Shao stood in front of the window and looked at the starry sky in the south. His eyes were wandering. Gongsun Zan was dead, and his next target was Cao Cao. The brothers who once talked about everything have now become either you or me. Maybe in the face of this Thousands of miles away, the love between brothers is as fragile as thin ice...
'brother…'
This word seems to have become very far away from me...
'Highway... what on earth are you thinking about! '
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Xuchang, Guofu
Guo Jia lay on the couch with his eyes closed and meditating.
'The latest news is that Yuan Shu arrived at Jiugong Mountain a few days ago. It seems that the matter of being granted Zen status tomorrow is already a certainty. Just...why did things go so smoothly? The smoothness is a bit...terrible! '
Guo Jia shook his head. At least it was beneficial to Lord Sikong from any aspect. He had temporarily stabilized the situation. Yuan Shu had nothing to fear. He could use a borrowed sword to kill people and let other princes go to destroy him.
Yuan Shao needs to digest Youzhou, King Hongnong needs to recuperate, and we also need time to consolidate the court situation and recover the losses in the battle of Liangzhou. It seems that within the next four or five years, there will be a period of relative peace, and I can take advantage of this period to secretly go to Xuzhou to confirm whether the dream is true or false.
'The four sons of Yulong? interesting! Guo Jia raised the corners of his mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep soundly.
...
Chengdu, Jia Mansion
Jia Xu also lay unable to sleep.
'Tomorrow is the day when Yuan Shu is granted Zen status. If what the Grand Master says is true, then news will be sent back in three to five days... Where should I go next, Your Highness...'
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Early on the next morning, Yuan Shu stood in the first place wearing a dragon robe, followed closely by Yuan Shu's eldest son Yuan Yao, his son-in-law Huang Yi, his confidants Zhang Xun, Liang Gang, Qiao Rui, Li Feng, Yang Hong, Chen Ji, Han Yin, A total of seventy people including Yuan Yin, Yuan Huan, Yan Xiang, etc. followed closely behind! Generals Ji Ling and Yu She led more than a thousand personal guards on both sides.
The stairs are divided into six levels and nine steps, and there is a gentle platform between each level. After everyone reaches the gentle platform, Yuan Shu stands at the top and kowtows, while the others perform three kowtows and nine bows!
Half an hour later, the group finally arrived at the altar on the top of the mountain. Yuan Shu lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner in front. Yang Hong stepped out from the crowd, holding a Feng Chan inscription and read aloud, while the rest of the people stood at the back and bowed.
The clear smoke curls up, seemingly mixed with the morning fog. As Yang Hong's voice spread throughout the surroundings, everyone smelled a refreshing fragrance and looked intoxicated.
Following Yang Hong's rhythmic recitation, everyone present felt as if fairy music was surrounding them. Cranes were flying in the sky, as if a white immortal came to Yuan Shu and stretched out his dry palm to caress Yuan Shu's drooped head. .
If He Sian saw this scene, he would definitely recite a line from Li Taibai: "The immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to receive immortality."
However, He Sian only remembered these two sentences, and had long forgotten them.
But there is no need to laugh at it. After all, most people can't even remember the names of many of Li Bai's poems. Just like this one: "After the chaos, Tianenliu Yelang recalled the old travels and cherished the book and presented it to Jiangxia Wei Prefect Liangzai". If it were included in primary school textbooks , this title alone will attract countless black fans under the age of twelve to our Shixian!
Pulling away, his eyes returned to the altar on the top of Bagong Mountain.
As Yang Hong said the last word, the green smoke on the incense burner had just burned out, and the smoke dissipated. Everyone seemed to have woken up from a dream, knowing that the Zen ceremony was over. They looked at the man in dragon robe in front of them, and soon Soon there was noisy discussion.
"Did you just see a crane flying in the sky?"
"No, it's obviously a real dragon!"
"No, it's obviously a Qilin, and there's an immortal in white sitting on it!"
…
I don’t know who was the first to kneel down with a plop and shouted: "Long live my emperor!"
Then the entire mountaintop resounded with the sounds of people kneeling down, and one after another shouting "Long live my emperor!"
Yan Xiang was a little dazed, and suddenly he felt like someone was tugging at the corner of his clothes. He turned around and saw that it was Yuan Huan. Yan Xiang reacted quickly and quickly adjusted his clothes. With the people around him, he knelt down and shouted, "Long live the emperor."
Different from the frenzy of the people around him, Yan Xiang's body was trembling at this time, and large drops of cold sweat flowed down his chin to the ground. Fortunately, he was able to cover up his frightened expression by kowtowing. Because... the scene he saw was completely different from what the people around him described!
Yan Xiang and Yuan Huai originally knew that there must be something strange about this Feng Chan, and there might even be shadows of the Witch Clan behind it. However, because they were unable to stop it when they knew it, they had to find their own way out.
The two of them began to be on guard secretly from the moment they stepped onto the altar, paying attention to every disturbance around them.
As Yang Hong recited, Yan Xiang also smelled the aroma at first like the people around him. Suddenly his eyelids dropped and he felt sleepy. At some point, the surrounding gradually became quieter and quieter.
'Is this smoke weird? ! '
Yan Xiang was suddenly startled. He looked around from the corner of his eye. Everyone seemed to have lost their breath and stood motionless as if they had been hit by a body-fixing spell.
There was a thud in his heart, and Yan Xiang suddenly became alarmed. While subconsciously holding his breath, he bit his tongue to keep himself awake. Looking ahead furtively, one could vaguely see Yang Hong's thin figure, with his white hair looking particularly strange in the mist.
'Can't sleep, we have to figure out the Witch Clan's methods! '
At this moment, Yan Xiang suppressed his sleepiness and relied on the sharp pain from the tip of his tongue to stay awake. After an unknown period of time, Yang Hong seemed to pause for a moment, and then his voice gradually became strange and his words gradually became obscure and incomprehensible. Although Yan Xiang I didn't understand what Yang Hong meant, but judging from the tone, it should be some kind of ancient prose.
'This is not the so-called Feng Chan text at all, it is an ancient text... Could it be said that Yang Hong is a member of the Wu clan? ! Yang Hong joined a few months earlier than me. In other words, the Wu Clan had planted a secret around Yuan Shu as early as seven years ago... Wait, since Yuan Shu has the shadow of the Wu Clan around him, then... the eldest son and even What about Cao Cao and other forces? '
Thinking of this, Yan Xiang felt chills all over his body...
Looking ahead again, Yan Xiang was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground! At this time, Yuan Shu was surrounded by black air, and countless arms could be vaguely seen stretching out from the mist. Some covered Yuan Shu's eyes, some covered Yuan Shu's ears, some pulled Yuan Shu's arms, and some pinched him. He was holding Yuan Shu's neck, and even had an arm deep into Yuan Shu's crotch, seeming to be rubbing something.
As time went by, Yan Xiang inhaled more and more fragrance in his nose, and the last picture in his mind was Yuan Shu's strange expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, like pain but also enjoyment, and then he lost consciousness until Yang Hong finished reading. , just woke up.
At this time, Yuan Shu naturally did not notice the abnormality of Yan Xiang and Yuan Huan. Facing the overwhelming shouts of "Long live my emperor" and looking at the eyes of admiration and admiration around him, Yuan Shu finally experienced a feeling that he had never experienced in his life. …Respect, respect from the bottom of my heart!
Being able to become a prince, Yuan Shu will naturally not be as miserable as the rumors outside, but...it seems that God has been joking with him.
When Yuan Shu appears to be approachable, some people will say that he is stupid behind his back.
When Yuan Shu behaves wisely, some people will say behind his back that he is imitating others!
When Yuan Shu was intoxicated, people around him would say he was fatuous and incompetent!
It seems that no matter what you do, you are wrong! Behind the perverse and domineering attitude, what is hidden is a wounded heart riddled with holes...
'With this moment of brilliance, even if I have to turn my back on the whole world, it's worth it! '
"All my dear friends, you will be exempted from the ceremony!"
After saying that, Yuan Shu changed his usual character, and with adoring eyes, he lifted up everyone in front of him one by one, and slowly walked down Bagong Mountain surrounded by people!
"Yao Qing, stay!" Yang Hong's voice sounded from behind.
Hearing this, Yuan Huan and Yan Xiang both felt their hearts tense, but they tacitly agreed not to look at each other. Yan Xiang followed the crowd straight down, while Yuan Huan turned back to look at Yang Hong, with just the right expression of confusion on his face...
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In the mountains east of Jingzhou-Xiangyang, a young man was sitting cross-legged. At the moment when Yuan Shu's Zen ceremony ended, the tortoise shell in front of the young man broke with a 'click', and the birds on the surrounding trees seemed to sense it. , fleeing in all directions as if frightened.
After staring at the tortoise shell for a long time, the young man sighed, stood up and said without looking back: "Go tell that man, Liang, and just promise him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ringing sound rang behind him, the sound became softer and softer, and finally disappeared without a trace...
Volume 5 is like morning dew, and the days are full of suffering. over
Next, please watch the sixth volume of "The Elegy of Wine in the High Hall"
